Lake House Oil

The moment we stepped into the rented lake house, the air between us crackled. Mark’s hand lingered on the small of my back longer than necessary, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent heat pooling low in my belly. Sunlight poured through the huge windows overlooking the water, but all I could think about was the new bottle of massage oil we’d bought on the way—something with ylang-ylang that promised to turn a simple rubdown into pure filth. We were both tired of the same old sex; tonight we wanted to try something new, something that would make me beg.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Mark said, voice already rough as he set the oil on the wooden coffee table. The living room opened straight onto the deck, waves lapping softly outside. “You, naked, oiled up. My hands everywhere.”

I shivered, nipples tightening under my thin sundress. “Then stop talking and do it. I’m already wet just imagining your fingers sliding over my clit.”

He grinned, dark eyes flashing. We didn’t waste time. I peeled the dress off in one smooth motion, letting it puddle at my feet. Mark’s gaze dragged over my bare tits, down the curve of my stomach to my shaved pussy. He grabbed the oil, poured a generous stream into his palms, and rubbed them together until they glistened.

“On the couch, baby. Face down first.”

The leather was cool against my skin as I stretched out. Mark straddled my thighs, his thick cock already hard and pressing against my ass through his shorts. The first touch of warm, slick hands on my shoulders made me moan. He kneaded deep, thumbs digging into knots I didn’t know I had, working down my spine in long, sensual strokes. Every pass of his palms left a trail of heat that sank straight to my core.

“God, your skin looks so fucking good shiny like this,” he murmured, drizzling more oil over my lower back. It trickled between my cheeks. His fingers followed, spreading the slickness over my firm ass, squeezing each cheek hard enough to leave faint prints.

I pushed back against him, aching. “Lower… please, Mark. Touch my pussy.”

He chuckled low, but obeyed. One hand slipped between my legs from behind, oil-slick fingers gliding over my swollen clit in lazy circles. I gasped, hips jerking. The wet sounds of his hand sliding through my folds mixed with the distant call of loons on the lake. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.

“Shit, you’re soaked already,” he growled, pumping slowly while his other hand kept massaging my ass. “This oil makes everything feel twice as dirty. Can you hear how wet your cunt is?”

“Yes… fuck, don’t stop.” My voice broke into a whimper as he added a third finger, stretching me open. The pressure built fast, my inner walls fluttering around him. He leaned down, breath hot on my neck, and bit gently at my shoulder while his thumb found my clit again, rubbing firm and fast.

I came hard the first time, crying out, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices mixing with the oil and dripping onto the couch. My legs shook. Mark didn’t let me recover. He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing, eyes dark with lust.

“Legs open. I want to watch your face while I massage your tits.”

I spread for him, breathing ragged. He poured fresh oil straight onto my breasts. It ran in rivulets over my hard nipples. His big hands captured them, kneading, pinching, rolling the sensitive peaks until I was arching off the cushions. The scent of the oil filled the room, sweet and heady. When he slid down my body, trailing kisses over my slick stomach, I knew what was coming.

His mouth closed over my clit without warning—hot, hungry, tongue flicking fast while two fingers plunged back into my dripping pussy. The contrast of his warm tongue against the cool oil made me see stars. I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, moans turning into desperate little cries.

“Mark—oh god—I’m gonna come again. Suck my clit harder!”

He did, humming against me, fingers curling deep. My second orgasm hit like a wave crashing on the shore outside, thighs clamping around his head as I squirted lightly over his chin and the oil-slick leather.

Panting, I pulled him up. “Inside me. Now. I need your cock stretching me while I’m still shaking.”

Mark shoved his shorts down. His thick, veined dick sprang free, tip already leaking. He coated it liberally with more oil, stroking himself until it gleamed. Then he hooked my legs over his shoulders and pushed in—slow at first, letting me feel every inch split my slick walls. The oil made him glide so deep I felt him in my throat.

“Fuck, you’re tight even with all this lube,” he groaned, bottoming out. He started thrusting, steady and deep, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing through the open room. Each stroke dragged over my g-spot, sending sparks up my spine.

I reached between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in time with his pounding. “Harder. Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

He growled and gave it to me—faster, rougher, the couch creaking beneath us. Sweat mixed with oil on our skin. I came a third time around his cock, walls pulsing so hard he cursed and buried himself to the hilt. With a deep moan he followed, pumping hot cum deep inside me, hips jerking through every spurt until we were both spent and slippery.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the lake breeze cooling our overheated bodies. Mark kissed me slow and lazy, tasting like me and the sweet oil.

“Best damn massage I’ve ever given,” he whispered against my lips, still half-hard inside me.

I smiled, clenching around him playfully. “Round two on the deck at sunset?”