asleep; she couldn’t really be sure.
She was still very conscious of Gunther’s presence in the room, though, and turned her head when she heard the door click shut.
“Just you and me, huh?” she asked.
“This is my specialty. The other two would just be distractions. Before I start, I want you to focus on your breathing. Take a slow breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, like so.”
He demonstrated, taking in a long breath that made his broad chest expand and his pecs flex. She obeyed, taking in a deep breath as she looked at him with raw admiration. In his snug shirt, Ksenia could make out every bulge and line of his impressive muscles. Who knew there were men big enough to make her feel delicate and beautiful?
She let out an involuntary sigh and Gunther narrowed his eyes. “Focus, honey.”
She chuckled. “Sorry, I just can’t believe how damn lucky I was to find you guys. I’ll focus from now on, I promise.”
“Good girl. Face down and relax.”
She did as he commanded, and a moment later, cool liquid trailed down her spine. Then his big hands were on her, strong thumbs digging into her sore muscles so perfectly she couldn’t help but groan.
He was very businesslike about it at first, working every muscle from her neck down until she was nothing more than jelly beneath her skin. Even his massaging of her ass was designed to release tension, not arouse, though his very touch made her core heat with need. But she remained still, concentrating on her breathing while he kept working his way down her legs.
On his way back up, he went more slowly, and this time his touch was less firm, lacking the pressure he’d used before to loosen her overworked muscles. He reached the backs of her thighs and let his thumbs drift up the insides, the smooth warmth sending a blast of tingles straight up to her core.
Her breathing quickened and she lost focus when his palms reached her ass and he cupped both cheeks, squeezing gently and parting them just enough for cool air to reach her heated pussy.
“Are you sore from last night?” he asked gruffly, grazing his thumbs inward and squeezing just enough to open her up a little wider.
Despite being more exposed, a hot throbbing settled in between her legs.
“You three did work me pretty hard. I’m thinking if you want me in top shape for our nights together, you need to keep going with this massage.”
He chuckled, and the deep rumbling sound vibrated through her. “You make a very good point. I think this calls for a bit of targeted work.”
His touch disappeared for a second before a fresh trickle of the cool oil hit her left ass cheek and trickled between her legs. His hands returned, sliding in slow circles around and around, distributing the oil until both mounds of muscle were covered. With each stroke he parted her flesh, rubbing downward to the tops of her thighs, then back up. Each time he nudged her legs just a little wider, until on one stroke up, he grazed both thumbs along the edges of her wet lips and up across the puckered ring of her ass.
Ksenia let out a shuddering breath, her core clenching with intense arousal and her clit throbbing, but she was enjoying this part of the massage far too much to beg for relief.
“The more you stretch the muscles, the easier it gets,” he said, pausing with both thumbs pressed to her tight rear hole. The pressure was no more than a tease that made her involuntarily tilt her hips up with the need to be penetrated. But he didn’t fulfill her wish. Instead he rubbed lower, found her other opening, and pushed both thumbs inside the slick channel. “Perhaps you’d like to take two of us at once into your tight pussy. Give it a real workout.”
“Yes, oh fuck,” she blurted as he started fucking in and out of her with his thumbs, then rubbed his fingers all the way through her slick center, grazing across her clit and back up, this time pushing three fingers into her aching channel while he pressed his other thumb to her ass again.
He moved so slowly it was hypnotic, the effect aided by the ambient light and sound. She dimly realized that the illuminated walls were pulsing, the tempo of it somehow matching his strokes and the beat of her pulse between her thighs.
“But if you want