"Good," she whispered. She sat up again, her body now slick with oil as well.
She moved downward, putting more oil into her hands and began with his legs, working down to his feet, her hands still warm and soft. She was quickly becoming disheveled, streaks of oil on her face and in her hair, her panties stuck to her with it. There was nothing for it but to remove them.
She crept back up towards his torso, leaning over him and stroking down his arms until she could lace her fingers with his. "You feel so good beneath my hands," she whispered.