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Chapter 39 39 His Fingers
Chapter 39 39 His Fingers
Chapter 39 Chapter 39 His Fingers
The last word packed all the resolve she had. So, as soon as she forced it out, her head sunk deeper into the fancy feathered pillows, breathing frantically again, exhausted from having to reply him.
Nexus straightened himself.
Of course it made sense. Right now, all she cared about was getting better. He could not even begin to understand her pain. With every breath she drew, it felt like her lungs were grazing against an axe's blade. Her skull was pounding nonstop with a diabolic migraine. She could not even turn her head by one inch without feeling like she had been slugged with a mason's mallet.
Etiquette was the luxury of those in good health. She on the other hand could not afford it right now.
Nexus' anxiety eased off. He had her full consent now. It was all the green light he needed.
"So then, shall we?"
She nodded. Nexus slid his left hand under her head, and eased her up gently. The egyptian cotton sheets rustled with each fervent motion. Putting his own strength to a test, he slid his other hand under her legs and rolled over her voluptuous body over to the side.
She groaned in pain, and Nexus comforted her in soothing words.
In a short while, the Lady was laying on her stomach, with her back up, waiting expectantly for Nexus to do his thing. The room was silent now, with only the occasional whistling of wind, and the slow cackling of the two torches. More than ever, Nexus was now suddenly aware that they were truly alone.
Trying to be as professional as he could, Nexus' sat on the side of the bed, and directed his hands towards the thin ropes that held her nightie to her shoulders. He clasped his fingers around the strand, and gently slid them off her shoulders.
Slowly, he began to maneuver the fabric, wresting it away from her down her slender arms. Along the way, his hand mistakenly grazed her side boob, and it sent shots of tremor up his vertebral column. She was soft. So soft.
Head spinning, and hands tingling with electric shock, he continued to slide her nightie off of her. Due to her heavy breasts pressing the fabric against the bed, Nexus felt a little friction.
He glanced around, trying to find a modest way to do it.
But it was futile, asides from the option of ripping the fabric completely (which would be nuts,) Nexus knew he had no other option- but to mount her.
Before he could dissuade himself, he quickly climbed the bed. With her body between his thighs, and her back facing him, he firmly, wrested the stubborn nightie off her, and free it from her stubborn breasts that had been resisting his pull. He dragged it down to her waist- and stopped there.
With reverence, and worshipful adulation in his eyes, Nexus took in the sight before him.
Her back was pale white, like a stretch of milky dessert. It was easily the most perfect thing Nexus had ever seen. The crevices of each fleshy fold, cascaded upon each other, curving and curving downwards, disappearing in obscurity under the remaining length of her nightie.
Nexus was struck.
The sight of her naked white back vaporized every noble thought in his mind. He just wanted to lay his lips on her bare white flesh, and shower her with kisses. She was built with a thickness unlike he had never seen before. From her slender shoulders, to her tender, well-sculptured back, and with her boobs slipping out from the sides, she looked like a fucking goddess.
Still kneeling on the bed, with her body between his thighs, and her luscious butt pressed up against his groin, Nexus placed his soft oiled palms on her back, and slowly began to slide them upwards- and downwardsThe execution was superb.
His soft palms snaked back and forth across her soft tender flesh. He sunk his fingers deep into her skin, counting one to three as he carefully took the pressure off, repeating the motions over and over again in steady sensual caresses, till he had established a rythym.
Underneath him, Mrs. Russell began to moan into the pillow provocatively, inciting a tremor that travelled through his chest.
At first, they came out in short pleasurable gasps that were muffled by the pillows. Gradually, as his hands dominated her back, controlling her comfort, the intensity of her moans began to increase progressively, evolving into erotic panting.
Nexus might have been healing. But Mrs. Russell appeared to be having a good time. The candlestick by the side of the bed went out, plunging that part of the room into a very comfortable darkness. The opposite walls still glowed with burning orange, but the dark canopy over the bed swallowed up every other light.
His fingers continued to rage across her bareback.
Each time his hands grazed her side boobs, she would tremble lightly under his touch, as if suggesting that he paid more attention there. Fully armed with the knowlegde of all her pressure points, and pleasure spots, Nexus alternated expertly between both, until they were virtually interchangeable.
The delicious sounds of her moaning under him, fuelled him like rocket fuel. Shots and shots of raw pleasure rippled through her being, rushing straight to her head, and slowly kindling an inordinate desire.
Mrs. Russell was like a junkie sinking into a fantasy lala land after a period of drought. What was this feeling? she mumbled at the back of her mind. The sweetness of this healer's hands on her back was too much for her to handle. It boiled to the surface and erupted, sending the matriarch into bouts of trembling, and the occasional unconrollable jerking of her whole body.
She continued to moan loudly, and lasciviously, saturating the air with the sounds of her intoxicating wailing, inviting desire into the dark canopy bed.
Wickedly, Nexus doubled up on his game.
Determined to submerge her completely in pleasure, his fingers dove in and out off her folds, catching the muscles underneath, bending them to his will, and attacking the pressure points within. He sped up, from the tense muscles on her shoulders, to her middle back region, her lower back, and even her slender arms.
He watched delightedly as she responded to every deliberate caress. The walls of her stubborn will, and her stamina came crashing down. She completely surrendered herself to his touch, unconsciously encouraging him further and further with her mind-altering moans.
Although they both did not know it at the time, but the entire room was now engulfed in a sexually charged atmosphere.
Nexus himself had been fighting a side battle all this while.
Because his groin was just a few inches away from her fleshy buttocks, he had to keep his mind straight. She might have been having fun. But there was no telling what would happen if he let his full rod stretch out in his pants. If she felt a palm sized tube, bulging on her butt cheeks, they was no way Nexus would be able to explain his way out of that.
So, while she continued to moan away in delight, Nexus kept thinking about sharks, or trees, or mountains- anything to keep him from having a bull blown erection.
Of course, the Lady Russell remained completely oblivious of his dilemma.
Slowly, under the combined effect of the swelling pleasure tide, and her own exhaustion, Mrs. Russell, began to slip into unconsciousness. She did not black out at once. She still had the presence of mind to be aware of his hands artfully dominating her bare back.
However, that did not stop her from slipping into unconsciousness. Gradually, her hold on her awareness began to wane. Cajoled by his masterful hands on her back, she started to drift off.
Then suddenly, it all stopped.
On her back, she felt the sudden absence of his ten fingers. They had stopped working their magic.
With the disappointment of one who had been robbed of a sweet doze, her eyes jerked open as alarm streaked through her mind. She protested immediately;
"Healer, why did you stop? That was the best I've felt in a very long time!"
Even her voice seemed a little bit energized now;
"Please, continue to do whatever it is you were doing, I assure you it wasn't in vain. I kept feeling better and better as the massage progressed."