Massage me!

Olive presses the massager against my bare skin and rolls it in slow lines down my back. Each pass sends a soft, electric tickle through me, like a lover's palm gliding over every inch. I lie still while the small vibrations sink deeper, melting the tension out of my muscles. The cool plastic warms quickly against me. My breath slips out in a quiet sigh when she leans closer, her hair brushing my shoulder. I feel her free hand trace the same path, smoothing the faint sting left behind. The gentle throb moves lower, edging toward the curve of my hips, and I arch just enough to ask for more without a single word.