"Are you all right?" Came her innocent question that made him curse internally. How could he be all right when her hands were torturing him like that? He didn't know why he had even suggested a massage out of all the things they could do, for his body was already so sexually deprived and starved that he got aroused easily.
"Hmm," he hummed softly. And then he said, "You haven't massaged my front."
He couldn't take it anymore and turned onto his back, as laying face down would make him thrust his hips against the couch until he found release from her seducing hands.
In one smooth move, Sebastian was laying on his back.
The cloth around his waist slipped dangerously low. His erection strained against the fabric, thick and obvious, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum that soaked through. Viola's eyes widened as her gaze fell on it and she hurriedly turned her head away, turning red from head to toe.
