Laid and Leveraged (16 page)

“
Are
you
trying
to
tell
me
something?
”
he
murmured,
amusement
lacing
his
rich
voice.

She
nodded,
afraid
to
answer.

He
chuckled
again.
“
In
time,
”
was
all
he
said.
His
hands
continued
to
work
their
magic,
slipping
and
sliding
down
her
legs,
missing
nothing,
including
the
sensitive
nerve
endings
behind
her
knees.
Michelle
kicked
against
his
administrations
which
only
earned
her
a
disapproving
cluck
of
his
tongue.
His
hands
settled
on
her
feet.
Lifting
them
out
of
the
water,
he
propped
them
up
against
his
chest.
His
palms
worked
against
the
soles,
firmly
kneading
the
flesh
until
soft
and
malleable.

Michelle
felt
herself
drifting
off
into
a
kind
of
wakeful
bliss.
The
warm
water
lapping
at
her
naked
skin
and
Roger's
skillful
hands
massaged
her
feet.
She
thought
she'd
enter
heaven
until
she
heard
his
voice
again.

“
Turn
around,
”
he
commanded
her,
all
amusement
gone.

Michelle
hesitated,
wishing
she
could
see
him.

“
On
your
knees,
”
he
clarified.

Her
jaw
dropped
open.
Did
he
really
want
her
to-

“
Now!
”
he
demanded,
his
voice
husky
with
desire.

Michelle
scurried
to
obey.
Putting
her
back
to
him,
she
sat
up
on
her
knees.

“
Place
your
hands
on
the
ledge,
”
he
told
her.

She
hesitated
again.
If
she
did
that
then
her
butt
would
be
sticking
straight
up
in
the
air!

“
Don't
make
me
force
you,
Michelle,
”
he
threatened.

Michelle
knew
he
was
not
a
man
to
be
ignored.
She
did
as
he
said,
bending
over
and
placing
her
palms
against
the
edge
of
the
pool.

“
Good,
”
he
praised
her.
“
Now
spread
your
knees
apart.
”

Michelle
reluctantly
complied,
her
face
burning
with
embarrassment.
She
couldn't
help
but
wonder
what
kind
of
picture
her
backside
presented
to
him,
bared
for
him
to
see.
She
heard
the
flick
of
a
switch
being
turned
on
and
then
a
whooshing
sound
as
the
tub's
jets
came
on
in
full
blast.
Michelle
gasped
as
one
jet
aimed
right
between
her
legs,
sending
a
shot
of
gurgling
water
spewing
against
her
clitoris.
Michelle
arched
into
it,
as
the
water
pounded
and
pummeled
her
sending
wave
after
wave
of
the
most
delicious
sensations
shooting
through
her
core.

Roger
came
up
behind
her,
his
hands
massaging
her
bottom.
He
ran
a
trail
of
light
kisses
along
her
spine,
pushing
her
hair
out
of
the
way,
that
ended
at
the
top
of
her
neck.
His
tongue
sent
a
shiver
of
goosebumps
cascading
over
every
corner
of
her
body.

“
Roger,
”
she
moaned
as
his
hands
slid
under
her,
cupping
her
heavy
breasts
in
each
palm.
Just
when
she
thought
she
couldn't
take
any
more
of
this
sweet
torture
she
felt
Roger's
stiff
cock
pushing
into
her.
Oh
God!
She
thought
she
would
die.
This
time
Roger
let
her
come
right
away,
his
mouth
still
blazing
a
trail
of
hot
kisses
on
the
back
of
her
neck
as
he
thrust
in
and
out
of
her.
He
pinched
and
fondled
her
nipples
while
the
hot
jet
blasted
her.
“
Roger!
”
she
gasped,
shocked
as
a
second
wave
of
ecstasy
followed
closely
behind
the
first.
Michelle
gave
up
trying
to
count
as
Roger
brought
her
to
the
top
again
and
again
while
she
clung
helplessly
to
the
ledge.

“
Michelle!
”
she
heard
Roger
groan.
He
gripped
her
to
him
so
tightly
she
thought
they'd
become
one.
“
You're
going
to
be
the
death
of
me,
”
he
moaned
against
her
ear.
She
felt
Roger's
cock
jerk
deep
within
in
her
and
cried
out
one
last
time
when
his
hot
liquid
spewed
into
her
womb.

He
held
her
for
a
long
time,
his
heartbeat
pounding
against
her
back
until
at
last
he
pulled
out
of
her
still
trembling
body.
He
stood
and
lifted
her
out
of
the
water.
He
carried
her,
his
wet
feet
making
slapping
sounds
against
the
floor.
She
felt
herself
being
lowered,
still
sopping
wet,
into
the
bed.
Michelle
was
in
a
daze,
too
foggy
and
used
up
to
care.