"Mmm… you're tense," she murmured, her voice low and intimate. "I love it when I can feel the muscles relax under my hands. Makes me feel… powerful." Her fingers slid lower along his spine, gliding over the small of his back, tracing every line, every curve. Oliver shivered, letting out a soft, helpless groan.
"Serena… that feels… good…" he whispered, eyes half-closed.
"You like it?" she teased, tilting her head so her dark hair brushed his shoulders. "Oh, I think you like it a lot more than you're admitting." She pressed down just enough to make him arch slightly under her, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness. "Relax. Let me take care of you."
Her hands moved over the width of his back, gliding from shoulder to shoulder, kneading slowly, teasing over the tense muscles. Then she shifted slightly, letting the soft curves of her hips press against his sides. Oliver's breath hitched, a low moan escaping, and she smiled knowingly.
