relax me

It began with her hands on Celeste’s back. Just oil and warmth at first. Then Natalie’s fingers pressed deeper, found the knots, worked them out slow. Celeste breathed easier. Her shoulders dropped. And when Natalie leaned close enough for her breath to graze bare skin, the air changed. Celeste rolled to her back without asking. Natalie climbed over her, straddling her hips. Hands slid from ribs to breasts and stayed there, thumbs circling until both nipples stood tight. Celeste arched, wanting more, and Natalie gave it. She bent to take one breast in her mouth, sucking softly, then harder, until Celeste’s fingers tangled in her hair. They shifted again. Natalie turned, knees planted on either side of Celeste’s face, facing the foot of the table. Her shaved pussy hovered inches above Celeste’s mouth. Celeste lifted her head, tongue meeting slick skin, tasting her with long, steady strokes. Natalie moaned low and rocked her hips, pressing down, giving Celeste her full weight. The facesitting grew deeper, wetter, until Natalie’s thighs trembled and she ground harder against that eager tongue. She came with a sharp cry, thighs clenching, then slid forward, spent, to return the favor. Celeste lay back, legs open, and let Natalie’s mouth finish what the massage had started.