Burning Sensation

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"You should relax more," the guy massaging my body says for the third time and I shift uncomfortably on the bed. "the massage is meant to soothe you, not make you more tense."

Well, that would be easy to do if my wife wasn't moaning about how soothing the massage was every two seconds.

All her soft groans of pleasure was sending smoky wisp of desire that made heat curl in my groin.

What the fuck is wrong with me? A hard-on? What am I? An eighteen years old who just discovered sex?

I let out a deep groan as Francis—the guy massaging me—tries to work through the knots gathering on my shoulders.

"Oh my—that feels so fucking good." Isabeslla sighs, voice muffled.

"Mr Valerio, can you—" Francis starts to talk but frustration makes me want to blow-up.

"Goddamit, would you shut up? Your voice alone adds to my stress. Holy fuck. Shut. Up."

The room grows deadly silent at my sudden flare-up and Francis hands hovers above my skin so I just push myself up, looking at how the person massaging Isabella stares at me with wide shocked eyes.

"Out." I lash out, my voice harsh and they gasp at my command. "Both of you."

"I'm sorry, he just can't relax without my touch. Can you give us about ten minutes?" Isabella asks softly, wrapping the white towel around her small frame.

The two massagers scurry out of the room, leaving Isabella and I alone.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" she grumbles, rolling her shoulders which makes her towel slide down her breasts a little.

My eyes falls to the amount of cleavage I could see, and I feel myself harden at the sight.

How long's it been since I've been with a woman sexually for me to be attracted to Isabella of all people?

Now that I think about it, I realized I lost count after the ninth month. Holy fuck—it's been a couple of years now.

I decided to give up after all the women I got with wanted sweet nothings in bed, and I don't give that especially after that incident.

"—would be better if you just calm down." she explains and I realized that I wasn't listening to her.

"What?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"I said..." she replies softly, her voice low. "if you would just stop thinking about work right now, it'd help reduce the tension in your shoulders."

I shake my head, forcing my eyes to stay above her neck. "I can't, I have bills to pay." I lie—for the first time in a while—I wasn't thinking about work, I was thinking about her.

"You can't or you don't know how to?" she asks with a lift of her brow.

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes Valerio," she smiles, swinging her feet on the floor. "There is, now let me try to help you."