The Massage That Ended in a Confession

It had been one of those days that leave you feeling empty, your head full of noise and your body utterly wrecked. When I finally entered the room, all I wanted was to sink into bed and forget the world. I left my robe on a chair, lay facedown on the cool sheets, and closed my eyes, feeling the tension still clinging to my neck, my shoulders, and my lower back.

The bedside lamp left the room in a warm half-light. It wasn't long before I heard Darío's footsteps as he came in barefoot, unhurried, with that calm that always disarms me. He didn't say anything at first. He simply came closer, brushed a lock of hair away from the nape of my neck, and left a slow kiss on my skin.

That simple touch made me exhale through my nose, as if my body recognized him before my mind did. I felt the bed dip as he climbed behind me, then his knees on either side of my thighs. The weight of him suspended over my back sent an immediate shiver through me. Years after we had started living together, it still happened: all it took was feeling him close for something in my belly to ignite.

“You're all knotted up,” he murmured against my back.

“I can't even feel my shoulders,” I replied without opening my eyes.

His mouth traveled along my spine in short kisses, from the nape of my neck to the middle of my back. Then he caressed my arms, my hands, my sides. It wasn't clumsy pawing or some adolescent urgency; it was worse, because he knew exactly where to touch me to loosen me up and arouse me at the same time. Every caress stole a different sigh from me.

I heard the bedside drawer open and smiled before I even saw him. The scent of coconut reached me at once, soft and sweet. Darío rubbed the oil between his palms to warm it, and when he placed his hands on my shoulders, I felt a moan escape me without permission.

He started slowly, pressing firmly from my neck outward, undoing the stiffness that had built up during the day. His thumbs dug into the places that hurt most, then eased off in slow circles. I surrendered to his hands, to the warmth of the oil spreading across my skin, to the brush of his chest and abdomen as he leaned over me.

It wasn't long before I felt something else. His hard cock, trapped between our bodies, brushed the cleft of my ass from time to time while he worked on my back. Every time it passed, even if only for a second, my skin prickled. And he knew it. I could tell by the way he smiled against my shoulder.

“You're relaxing too quickly,” he said softly.

“It's not just because of the massage,” I admitted.

His hands moved lower little by little. They crossed the middle of my back, stopped at my lower back, and pressed exactly where I needed it most. Then they covered the tops of my buttocks with oil and pressure. I spread my legs a little farther without thinking. It wasn't a reasoned decision; it was my body's pure response.

Darío lingered over my legs, as he always did. He massaged my thighs, my calves, the backs of my knees. His hands moved up and down patiently, alternating strength with caresses. Every so often he lowered his head and kissed my oiled skin, and that combination of relief and arousal was driving me crazy.

When he moved back up along the insides of my thighs, I breathed more deeply. It was no longer an innocent massage, and we both knew it. His fingers stopped inches from my pussy, warming the edge of desire without touching it yet. I lifted my hips just slightly, inviting him without words.

“Don't play with me,” I whispered.

“If I touch you there, this stops being a massage,” he replied.

“It stopped being one a while ago.”

Then he touched me.

The tips of his fingers slowly traced the outer lips of my pussy, sliding through the mixture of oil and my own wetness. A more open, dirtier moan escaped me. I moved my hips, seeking more pressure, more contact, and he continued exploring with a slowness that made me clutch the sheets.

First he caressed me on the outside, feeling me grow wetter. Then he parted my lips slightly with two fingers and moved up to my clitoris. He began drawing small, precise circles, with exactly the pressure he knew made me weak. Each turn made me tremble a little more. My legs were spread, my face buried in the pillow, and my breathing had already turned into panting.

“You're this horny from a massage alone?” he teased.

“Shut up and keep going.”

His laugh was brief. He moved back down from my clitoris to the entrance of my pussy, where I was already soaked. He brushed me once, twice, then slowly slipped a finger inside. My body responded immediately, swallowing it. I let out a hoarse moan, moving my hips backward to feel him deeper.

He slid in a second finger and began fucking me with them, moving in and out at a slow but firm rhythm. The palm of his hand struck my buttocks with every short thrust. The wet sound of my fluids, my increasingly uncontrolled moans, and the intermittent brush of his cock between my thighs had me on the verge of losing my mind.

Darío knows my body far too well. He curled his fingers inside me and found the spot that completely undoes me. He pressed it again and again, unhurriedly, forcing me to push myself against his hand. I gripped the sheets hard, arching my back.

“Fuck... like that... don't stop,” I murmured, barely able to speak.

“Look at you. You're dripping.”

The words, spoken in that deep, aroused voice, made me even hotter. He pulled his fingers out suddenly and left me empty for a second, just long enough for me to complain. Then he caressed my cheek with them. I opened my mouth without needing him to ask and sucked my own wetness from his skin, looking at him over my shoulder. The way he watched me then, with hunger and that intensely animal masculine pride, pierced straight through me.

“That's what I wanted to confess to you,” he said, leaning close to my ear. “All day I was thinking about coming home and leaving you like this, open, wet, and begging me for more.”

A shudder ran down my back. It wasn't just arousal. It was knowing that while I had been in meetings, running errands, and surviving my exhaustion, he had spent hours imagining me naked beneath his hands.

“Then stop thinking and fuck my brains out with your mouth,” I told him, out of patience now.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, leaving me on my knees, my ass higher and my chest pressed into the bed. I was completely open to him. I felt his hands spread my buttocks before I felt the first lick, long and hot, from the entrance of my pussy to my clitoris.

I screamed. Not a soft moan, not a trembling breath: a brief, raw scream that escaped me whole. Darío held me tighter and licked me again, this time pushing his tongue between my lips, opening me, tasting me as if he had been starving for hours.

His mouth was pure persistence. He licked, sucked, lingered on my clitoris until it swelled, then went back down to the entrance of my pussy, leaving his tongue and the tip of his nose soaked. I couldn't stop moving. I rubbed myself against his face, against his mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure, anything that would make me come already.

Then his tongue went farther and licked my ass. The contact tore a dirtier, deeper moan from me. I felt my buttocks part in pure reflex, and he took advantage, running his tongue over me there again, slowly, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to me. I began babbling incoherently, mixing his name with badly formed orders and curses.

“Yes... there... fuck, yes... eat me like that...”

He moaned against my pussy, and the vibration in his throat made me squeeze my legs together. He gave one cheek a sharp slap, not to punish me but to get off on my reaction. I answered by spreading myself wider with my hands, pulling my buttocks apart so he could see me and lick me better.

“Look at you, what a little slut you are,” he said, his mouth gleaming with me.

“Because you make me this way.”

I felt him masturbating while he kept eating me. The wet sound of his hand on his cock mixed with the work of his mouth between my legs. Every so often he lifted his head just to look at me, to see me opening myself for him, my thighs trembling, every last scrap of shame disappearing. And that made him rougher, more completely surrendered.

He returned to my clitoris and began licking it in quick, nonstop circles. I could no longer control the rhythm of my breathing. I panted, moaned, arched and pressed myself into the bed at the same time. My entire body was tense, with that heat in my pelvis announcing that the orgasm was close but still hadn't quite broken.

“You're going to come if I keep this up,” he said.

“No. I want your cock.”

He straightened without arguing. I heard him spit into his hand, jerk himself off a couple of times, and come close again. I was still on my knees with my ass raised, desperate. I felt the tip of his cock sliding between my wet lips, moving up and down, smearing itself with everything he had drawn out of me with his mouth.

“You're a complete mess,” he murmured.

“Put it in already.”

He slapped me again, harder this time. Then he gripped my hips and placed the tip at the entrance of my pussy. He entered slowly at first, opening me little by little, forcing me to feel every inch. I moaned with my face buried in the pillow, pushing my ass back to take him faster.

“Fuck... like that...” I said, almost crying with need.

When he was fully inside, he stayed still for a second, breathing deeply. I felt his cock filling me, hot, hard, throbbing. My pussy squeezed it on its own, as if it wanted to milk his cum from the very beginning.

Darío began moving with slow, deep thrusts, pulling out almost to the tip and then burying himself inside me again. Every slap of his pelvis against my buttocks made our wet skin sound. My breasts brushed the sheets with every jolt, and my already-hard nipples grew tighter with the constant friction.

By the third or fourth thrust I wasn't thinking about anything anymore. Only about that cock moving in and out, his hands squeezing my hips, how obscenely wet I was. He gradually increased the pace, taking me from relief to pure vice. He fucked me as if he had been holding himself back for hours.

“This is how I wanted you,” he told me through clenched teeth. “Trembling for my cock.”

“Don't stop... don't stop, you bastard...”

He grabbed my hair and lifted my head slightly, forcing me to arch my back farther. From that position he penetrated me even deeper. Every thrust struck me inside with a perfect mixture of pleasure and excess. I moaned so loudly that I had to bite the pillowcase to keep from screaming.

Darío let go of my hair to grab one buttock and open me wider. His other hand moved between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris while he kept fucking me. The combination undid me. I felt his cock inside me and his fingers above, taking me to the edge from two sides at once.

“I'm going to come,” I said, completely out of control.

“Not yet.”

And precisely because he knew me, he slowed down a little. Enough not to let me fall, enough to keep me on the edge. He made me suffer for a few delicious seconds, with deep, spaced-out thrusts, then suddenly sped up again. I nearly cried from the impact.

The orgasm rose through my belly like an electric shock. I began to tremble, to close my legs, to push backward, seeking more. Darío kept fucking me without mercy, taking advantage of my contractions. My pussy squeezed his cock again and again, and that drove him wild.

“You're squeezing me so fucking tight...” he panted.

I couldn't answer anymore. I came moaning his name, my whole body shaken by short, violent waves. I felt my pussy spilling, my arms losing their strength, and him holding me up so he could keep thrusting into me while the orgasm emptied me from within.

When I began to come down, Darío was still hard and frantic. His thrusts became more disordered, more urgent. He grabbed my hair again and leaned over me.

“I'm going to come. I can't hold it anymore.”

I know him too. I recognized his broken breathing, the tension in his thighs, the way his fingers dug into me. And in that moment I knew I didn't want him to finish inside me or outside me without more. I wanted him to watch himself come for me.

I pulled away before he exploded. I slid off his cock and quickly turned around, kneeling in front of him on the floor. It was red, shiny, still wet with my fluids, throbbing with need. I looked him in the eyes as I wrapped one hand around it.

“Now give it to me here,” I said, opening my mouth.

He didn't wait. I put it in myself as far as I could, and he grabbed my hair at once. His cock entered hot and thick, striking my tongue and the back of my throat. It tasted of him and me mixed together. I began sucking him hungrily, moving my head up and down while I stroked the base.

Darío moaned shamelessly, throwing his head back. He fucked my mouth with short movements at first, then longer and clumsier ones because he was on the edge. Saliva ran down my chin, and I kept taking as much of him as I could, enjoying watching him lose control.

“Fuck, Nora... like that... you're going to make me come already...”

I looked up at him while I kept sucking him, and that was enough to finally break him. I pulled his cock from my mouth for a moment, stuck out my tongue, and began jerking him off quickly and hard, watching his stomach tense.

He came with a deep moan, shooting thick spurts over my face and into my open mouth. It splattered my lips, my tongue, my cheek. I felt the heat of his semen on my skin, and it made me even hornier. I ran my tongue over my lips, gathering some of it, then licked his sensitive glans with little kisses that made him shudder.

“Shit...” he let out, still trembling.

I smiled, dirty and aroused, with his cum slowly running down my chin. But it wasn't over. I felt my pussy throbbing again, still open, still wanting. I didn't want to stay down there.

I pushed him toward the bed until he was lying on his back. Before his cock lost its erection completely, I climbed on top of him, grasped it with one hand, and guided it to my entrance. I was still soaked. I lowered myself slowly, feeling it enter my sensitive pussy again. The contact made me moan immediately.

“You've still got it hard for me,” I said, breathing heavily.

“After seeing you like that, how could I not?”

I began riding him slowly, letting my body set the rhythm. My face was smeared with his cum, my chest sweaty, and my skin still oily from the massage. I felt obscene, used, and powerful all at once, and that turned me on even more. Every time I rose, I pulled it almost all the way out; every time I sank, I impaled myself on it to the hilt.

Darío sat up slightly and caught one nipple in his mouth. He sucked it hard, then moved to the other, alternating suction with gentle bites. I threw my head back, riding him from above while I felt his mouth on my tits. My hands gripped his shoulders to keep my balance.

The pleasure built again quickly, but this time I wanted something else. I wanted to finish where he had first begun to break me apart.

I pushed him back against the mattress, slid off his cock, and moved upward until I was straddling his face. My pussy dripped onto his mouth even before I settled into place. Darío parted his lips, stuck out his tongue, and slapped my ass.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I lowered myself onto his mouth and began rubbing myself against his tongue. The first contact was so intense that I had to brace my hands against the headboard. He held my buttocks and began eating me from bottom to top again, with even greater hunger than before. I set the rhythm with my hips, using him, fucking his mouth however I wanted.

The combination was brutal: my sensitive pussy after the orgasm, his insistent tongue, my hard nipples brushing the cold air of the room, and the taste of his semen still on my lips. Every time he sucked hard on my clitoris, a current shot through my belly.

“Don't stop... don't stop...” I repeated, panting.

His hands squeezed my ass, sometimes slapping me to make me lower myself farther onto his face. I obeyed because I wanted to, because I loved feeling him beneath me, swallowing my moans. I began moving faster, grinding my pussy against his mouth in desperate circles.

The second orgasm came more violently than the first. I felt one powerful contraction in my belly, then another, and another, until my whole body began shaking over his face. I screamed without shame, squeezing my thighs against his head as I came. Darío didn't pull his mouth away for even a second; on the contrary, he kept licking me throughout the trembling, prolonging it until the intensity brought a few tears to my eyes.

I remained suspended over him for a few seconds, my legs without strength, breathing as if I had been running. At last I let myself fall beside the bed, still trembling. My face was hot, my body covered in sweat, oil, and fluids, and my head completely empty.

Darío turned toward me and wiped a drop of semen from near my mouth with his thumb. Then he kissed me. We tasted ourselves in that kiss: salty, wet, obscene, and tender all at once.

“So that was your confession,” I said when I could catch my breath.

He smiled, still breathing hard.

“No. The confession is that every time I give you a massage, what I really want is to end up exactly like this.”

I let out a tired laugh and pressed myself against his body. The room smelled of coconut, sex, and us. The massage was officially over. But knowing us, we both knew that confession would be repeated many more nights.