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"Ahhhhhh."

"Oh yeahhhhhhhh."

"Harder!"

"Faster!"

"Ah fuck."

"You've got to stop moaning like that. If someone were to hear you, they might get the wrong idea." Ethan said, while his hands worked magic on my bare skin.

"I know. But you're making me feel so good. I can't help it." I said as my fingers bunched up the bedsheets.

"At least don't be so loud!" Ethan panicked, visibly embarrassed.

I chuckled. "Okay, I'll try. You keep up what you're doing."

After we had dinner and decided to go to our cabin, Ethan noticed my neck and back muscles were still sore so he offered to massage it for me and that was why I couldn't stop moaning. He could be a good masseur.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah a little."

Ethan kept massaging my back and neck for a long time after which I started to feel guilty for making him do it.

"That's enough. Thank you."

"Are you sure? I can do it for some more time."

"No, it's alright. I'm fine now."