"Avoiding? You have it all wrong Aello, I'm simply delaying." somehow his voice was huskier, his polite tone drowned out by a tainted yearning to fill her with pleasure. Yet if she looked at his eyes they weren't lost in lust like most men would be in his situation, there was a strange focus there, an intensity... it almost looked like passion and it was her visage reflected in those irises. "You seem to forget, I'm a professional." Afraid? Maybe he still was... but after she pushed him over the edge with her endless teasing he couldn't act rationally, he was a young man with the desires of any healthy male his age. But somehow he was intoxicated with the idea of punishing her for toying with him like she did and he only knew one way to do it - he never even considered forcing himself on her, that felt cheap, wrong. Even through the haze filling the tent and the heat swelling inside him he paid careful attention to Aello's body. He strained his ears, listening to the rise and fall of her breathing to gauge the effectiveness of his massage and kept his oil-drenched hands gliding across her pale skin, lending it a rosy color as he coaxed more blood and more life into her flesh. "Only an amateur would make the mistake of going straight to the climax, you can feel so much better if you just allow me to take my time and build up your pleasure." he tried to make a point by pressing certain pressure points simultaneously, muscles that he'd deliberately held off from prodding so he could drive his message home. "Besides, I would feel bad if I gave this session such a simple conclusion, I'd hate to disappoint after coming this far." The masseuse bid his time, manipulating the girl's body the way he'd been taught to. He was planning to slowly weather away at her muscles, place her body into an unwound relaxed state that made her more susceptible to the next series of tricks he still had in mind. When he felt that she was stimulated enough he would move the massage from the posterior to the anterior of her hips. His hands would slide back up from her posterior thigh, crawling over the curve of her buttocks with the pads of his fingers lightly burrowing through flesh a finger at a time as it converged in front of her, somewhere slightly below her navel. He must have looked like he was embracing her from behind. "Bear with me a little." he whispered to her ear before he began. "You can kill me later if you feel that I am offending you." Since she'd been exposed to deep muscle massages it was time to subject her to feather light strokes of his fingers. Gunho was well aware that heavy sensations and light ones traveled through different means to reach the mind, the sharp contrast in stimuli she would receive from this would be almost impossible to ignore if one were in a passive state. Tender fleeting strokes were so much like tickles, they were meant to delight the senses, to tease a person by offering them a fraction of what they could expect from a masseuse. He smiled even if she didn't look and he kept wearing that foolish smile on his lips as he traced his fingers over the contours of the female anatomy he'd studied and had practiced on in the past. One hand came sliding down the ridge of her navel, travelling in lazy circles that fluttered every now and then where it remained barely touching flesh. The other he swept along the creases of her groin and occasionally dipped down her thighs to tickle it. "Are you feeling relaxed?" he'd ask, his tone not teasing but sincerely seeking her confirmation. OOCGot that right, I no longer know where this is going myself! Just give me a head's up if I have to edit the post. >_< |