I lay on the massage table, my skin still buzzing from the earlier encounter with the paperhanger, now my lover. His name was Ethan, and he had this way of making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room, even though I was a 54-year-old psychologist with a life filled with listening to other people’s problems. But with him, I wasn’t Dr. Ava, the therapist. I was just Ava, a woman who craved touch, pleasure, and the raw, unfiltered connection that came with it.

Ethan had just finished hanging the wallpaper in my study, his broad shoulders and strong hands making quick work of the task. I’d been watching him, unable to tear my eyes away from the way his muscles flexed under his tight work pants. He caught me staring and flashed that sly grin of his. “You like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“I do,” I admitted, my cheeks warming. “But I think I like what’s underneath even more.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my stomach flutter. “Well, if you’re done admiring the view, maybe I can show you something else I’m good at.”

Intrigued, I followed him into the living room, where he’d set up a massage table earlier. “You’re a masseur too?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Among other things,” he said, his grin widening. “Lie down, Ava. Let me show you what these hands can really do.”

I did as he instructed, my heart pounding with anticipation. The table was firm but comfortable, and the scent of lavender oil filled the air, calming my nerves. Ethan dimmed the lights, leaving only the soft glow of a few candles to illuminate the room. The atmosphere was intimate, almost sacred, and I felt my body relax as he began to work.

His hands were warm and firm, starting with slow, deliberate strokes along my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension melted away. He was skilled, his touch both gentle and commanding, like he knew exactly where I needed him most. His fingers kneaded the knots in my shoulders, and I felt myself sinking deeper into the table, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Relax, Ava,” he murmured, his voice a whisper against my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I nodded, my body already surrendering to his touch. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my spine, his fingertips brushing the edges of my robe. I shivered, the sensation sending a jolt of desire through me. This wasn’t just a massage anymore; it was something more, something primal and intoxicating.

Ethan’s breath was hot against my skin as he leaned closer, his hands wandering further, his touch deliberate and intent. He untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I felt vulnerable, but also incredibly alive, my senses heightened as his hands glided over my body.

“You’re so beautiful, Ava,” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder. “So responsive.”

I bit my lip, my body arching slightly as his hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I felt my muscles tighten, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, his hands moving lower still, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the edge of my panties. “Just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “And maybe teasing you a little.”

I groaned, my body thrumming with need. “Teasing me?” I managed, my voice trembling. “I think you’re killing me.”

He laughed again, his hands finally slipping beneath the elastic waistband of my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly as his fingers brushed against my core, his touch light and teasing. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he said, his voice a low growl.

His fingers moved slower now, deliberate and intentional, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as he traced the sensitive flesh, his thumb circling my clit with excruciating slowness. I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure built, my body on the edge of something explosive.

“Ethan, please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take you there, Ava. Let me make you feel it.”

His fingers plunged inside me, his touch firm and demanding, and I cried out, my body arching off the table. He moved with purpose, his rhythm steady and relentless, his thumb still circling my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I felt my breath quicken, my body tightening like a coil, the pleasure building to an unbearable pitch.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a whisper. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice commanding. “Let go.”

And I did. My body shattered, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, my cries echoing through the room. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my body trembling as the pleasure washed over me, wave after wave of bliss. Ethan’s name was a mantra on my lips, his touch anchoring me as I rode out the storm.

When it finally subsided, I lay there, breathless and boneless, my body still buzzing with the aftermath. Ethan’s hands were gentle now, stroking my hair, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

I smiled, my body still tingling. “That was—”

“Not done yet,” he interrupted, his grin wicked. “I told you, I’m just getting started.”

Before I could respond, he was moving, his hands guiding me to turn over. I did, my body still lax from the orgasm, and found myself staring up at him, his eyes dark with desire. He loomed over me, his body lean and muscular, his work pants straining against the bulge I’d admired earlier.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I felt a thrill of anticipation as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. His shirt came off first, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair, his muscles defined and powerful. I licked my lips, my gaze dropping lower as he unbuckled his belt, his pants sliding down his hips to reveal a pair of tight boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.

“You like what you see?” he asked, his grin mischievous.

“Very much,” I admitted, my voice husky.

He stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then his boxer briefs followed, leaving him completely naked. My breath caught at the sight of him, his cock thick and hard, standing proud against his body. He was beautiful, his skin flushed with desire, his eyes locked on mine.

“Your turn to lie back,” he said, his voice a command.

I did as he instructed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. He joined me on the table, his weight pressing me into the soft cushion, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed my body, his touch possessive and urgent.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed his way down my neck, his lips trailing fire in their wake. His hands moved lower, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples, making them pebble with need. I arched into his touch, my body craving more, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You’re so responsive, Ava,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth moved lower, his lips trailing kisses along my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, making me squirm with pleasure. His hands moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, his touch sending shivers through me. I felt his breath against my core, his lips hovering just above my clit, and I whimpered, my body tense with anticipation.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “Ethan, please.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

And then his mouth was on me, his lips parting as his tongue dipped inside, his fingers spreading me open for his exploration. I cried out, my body arching off the table as his tongue flicked and swirled, his touch expert and relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving me wild with pleasure.

I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as the pleasure built, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. His name was a mantra on my lips, my hands tangling in his hair as he ate me out with a hunger that left me breathless. I was close, so close, my body teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a plea. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me taste it.”

And I did. My body exploded, my cries filling the room as I came apart beneath his mouth, my muscles clenching around his tongue. He drank me in, his lips and fingers relentless, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body. I was a mess, my body trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me boneless and sated.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glistening with my juices, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my body still buzzing. “Your turn,” I said, my voice playful.

He grinned, his hands guiding me to sit up. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I knelt before him, my hands tracing the muscles of his thighs as I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his. His cock was right there, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my hands wrapping around his shaft, my touch gentle but firm.

He groaned, his head falling back as I began to stroke him, my fingers moving slowly up and down his length. I leaned in, my lips brushing the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He tasted like salt and skin, and I moaned, my mouth watering as I took him in, my lips parting to engulf him.

His hands tangled in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as I sucked him deep, my tongue flicking and swirling, my mouth moving in rhythm with my hand. I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his, and he groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure built.

“Fuck, Ava,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to make me—”

“Come for me, Ethan,” I murmured, my lips moving against his skin. “Let go.”

And he did. His body tightened, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed, my mouth moving in time with his release, my hands gripping his thighs as he rode out the orgasm, his cries echoing through the room.

When he finally stilled, I lifted my head, my lips glistening with his release, my gaze locking with his. “You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

He smiled, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my lips. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, his voice soft.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. Ethan pulled me up, his arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, snuggling into his embrace. “More than okay,” I murmured, my voice content.

He chuckled, his hands stroking my back. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh? And what else do you have in mind?”

His grin was wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Or should I say, in my toolbox?”

I laughed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out.”

And as his lips found mine in another hungry kiss, I knew this was just the beginning. Ethan was a man of many talents, and I couldn’t wait to explore every single one of them. With him, I felt alive, desired, and completely free. And as our bodies moved together once more, I knew this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure.