“Oh God! Don’t stop!” Laura’s moan was driving Akbar wild. His pulse had anchored between his legs; he could feel it pounding there.
But she’d been so awkward and stiff when she lay down on the bed, that he’d rolled her onto her stomach and started a massage. He’d begun at her scalp, scrubbing his fingers through the thick masses of chestnut hair so soft he’d leaned down and rubbed his face in it. Then he worked her neck and shoulders and along her spine. Only copping a feel of the ever-so-soft skin on the sides of her breasts a few times.
She had about the nicest behind he’d ever gotten his hands on. Between the running, the horseback riding, and the hiking, it was quite amazing. He dug into and loosened up the gluts, driving her pelvis down into the mattress as he did so which was elic
