He collapsed onto the bed, exhausted after the run of rescues
“You look tense.” She stroked down his spine, lovingly as she sat on the edge of the bed. “How about a massage? I can maybe work out some knots for you.”
He rolled over onto his back and stared up at her, reaching up and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with his fingers, brushing her cheek gently with his thumb. She turned into his caress and kissed his palm. He groaned as she climbed over him, her clothed crotch skimming mere millimeters away from his.
He rolled over onto his back and stared up at her, reaching up and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with his fingers, brushing her cheek gently with his thumb. She turned into his caress and kissed his palm. He groaned as she climbed over him, her clothed crotch skimming mere millimeters away from his.
”That hardly helped.” he laughed
She spoke over her shoulder as she made her way into the adjoined bathroom.
“You’ll need to undress so I can reach every muscle without having to work past your clothing.”
“This is purely an excuse to get me naked, isn’t it?” He teased.
Her giggle echoed against the tiles. “Like I really need an excuse.”
That was probably true…
The thought of receiving a massage was actually quite agreeable. By the time he’d undressed and laid back on the bed she had rummaged in the en suite and re-appearing at the adjoining door holding up a bottle of massage oil. She motioned with her fingers for him to roll back over. Groaning, he flipped onto his stomach, chin on his hands. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been until she mentioned it.
He closed his eyes as he eagerly anticipated her touch, but it didn’t come directly. Instead she moved about dimming the lights, turning up the ambient room temperature, and flicking through the playlists to find some soft music. Finally, he felt her knees straddle his hips and he heard the sound of her rubbing the oil between her hands to warm it before gliding them over his shoulders, squeezing gently as she leaned over him, running her hand firmly down his biceps to his elbows.He was instantly aware of her breasts pressed against his back as her hands slid over his sore muscles. When had she gotten naked?
This was more than just a simple massage to help him relax…she was obviously trying to turn him on, and it was working. He was instantly aware of everywhere their skin was touching. She sat up, and immediately he missed the feel of her warmth against his back. The cool air licked his skin before she swept her palms down his back. Magical fingers pressed deep into his muscles. It felt amazing…he hadn’t realized quite how much abuse he did to himself day in and day out until he felt the tension slowly draining from him. He felt thoroughly spoiled.
She pummeled every inch of him, both arms, back, butt, both legs, and back to shoulders and neck for what felt like an age. He was puddle of jelly as she pressed her thumbs up and down his back on either side of his spine. She massaged every sensual pleasure point he had…and several he never knew about, using her whole body weight so her arms didn’t get tired.
She curled her fingers around his hips and pressed her thumbs either side of his pelvis, making him groan quietly as she eased both of her knees between his legs, spreading them. He glanced back over his shoulder at her. She caught his eye and grinned wickedly. “Relax.” she mouthed and winked as she leaned down, her hands rubbing the backs of his thighs. His hips nearly shot off the bed when he felt one hand eased between his thighs and her fingers run over the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“This is purely an excuse to get me naked, isn’t it?” He teased.
Her giggle echoed against the tiles. “Like I really need an excuse.”
That was probably true…
The thought of receiving a massage was actually quite agreeable. By the time he’d undressed and laid back on the bed she had rummaged in the en suite and re-appearing at the adjoining door holding up a bottle of massage oil. She motioned with her fingers for him to roll back over. Groaning, he flipped onto his stomach, chin on his hands. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been until she mentioned it.
He closed his eyes as he eagerly anticipated her touch, but it didn’t come directly. Instead she moved about dimming the lights, turning up the ambient room temperature, and flicking through the playlists to find some soft music. Finally, he felt her knees straddle his hips and he heard the sound of her rubbing the oil between her hands to warm it before gliding them over his shoulders, squeezing gently as she leaned over him, running her hand firmly down his biceps to his elbows.He was instantly aware of her breasts pressed against his back as her hands slid over his sore muscles. When had she gotten naked?
This was more than just a simple massage to help him relax…she was obviously trying to turn him on, and it was working. He was instantly aware of everywhere their skin was touching. She sat up, and immediately he missed the feel of her warmth against his back. The cool air licked his skin before she swept her palms down his back. Magical fingers pressed deep into his muscles. It felt amazing…he hadn’t realized quite how much abuse he did to himself day in and day out until he felt the tension slowly draining from him. He felt thoroughly spoiled.
She pummeled every inch of him, both arms, back, butt, both legs, and back to shoulders and neck for what felt like an age. He was puddle of jelly as she pressed her thumbs up and down his back on either side of his spine. She massaged every sensual pleasure point he had…and several he never knew about, using her whole body weight so her arms didn’t get tired.
She curled her fingers around his hips and pressed her thumbs either side of his pelvis, making him groan quietly as she eased both of her knees between his legs, spreading them. He glanced back over his shoulder at her. She caught his eye and grinned wickedly. “Relax.” she mouthed and winked as she leaned down, her hands rubbing the backs of his thighs. His hips nearly shot off the bed when he felt one hand eased between his thighs and her fingers run over the sensitive underside of his shaft.
He used his elbows to push himself upwards off the mattress, as she gripped his erection, her hand slicked with oil. Her fingers glided smoothly over the head, squeezing his shaft and drawing firmly back down to the base. His hips surged forward, thrusting his arousal through her tight, oily fist. He could see stars, but couldn’t help pushing into her hand again, it felt amazing. She gripped him harder and he thrust faster. His vision went white as his orgasm racked through his body.
He collapsed down onto the sticky sheets.
She leaned forward and kissed him between his shoulder blades, fingers trailing down his sides as her nipples skimmed his back, her attentions helping him come down from the high of that explosive orgasm.
The moment he could get his legs to work again he was going to repay the favour thoroughly, but for now he was quite content having her hands roam all over his skin.
17/11/17
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