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The air itself seemed to hum with a low, therapeutic frequency, thick with the scent of clean linen and something warmer, more primal like amber and skin. His hands, cool at first, began a slow, deliberate pilgrimage across the landscape of my lower back, finding the tight, coiled knots of resistance with an unerring accuracy. Each press of his thumb was a question, and the answering sigh that escaped my lips was a surrender to the deep, unlocking pressure. He worked in silence, his touch a language of its own, translating tension into a slow-burning liquid heat that pooled in my core. My breathing deepened, falling into rhythm with the deliberate circles he traced along the sensitive curve of my spine, each pass erasing a little more of the world outside this room. A soft, involuntary sound caught in my throat as his palms slid lower, warming the flesh over my hips, his fingers splaying possessively. The thin barrier of the sheet felt like the last vestige of a forgotten formality, a fragile veil over the awakening intensity beneath. I felt my body arch of its own volition, a silent plea for a deeper, more intimate contact, a craving to feel his knowing touch on the aching heart of my need. This was no simple massage; it was a carefully orchestrated unraveling, a journey toward a shattering release promised in every skilled, patient stroke.
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