Massage

Chapter Three

Apple and Spice

 

“Shhhhh…” I answered and drizzled the warm oil sparingly over his back. It was the same temperature as his body, so at first he could feel nothing, but when I began the long, penetrating strokes – the ones that started at the base of his spine, and continued, uninterrupted, to his shoulders – and my hands slid easily over him, he realized what I had done. He was almost purring as I rolled his smooth skin under my hands and it was many minutes before he said anything even remotely like a sentence.

“That stuff almost smells good enough to eat.” He murmured, meaning the scented oils. I chuckled and it was a soft, throaty sound that surprised even me.

“It is good enough to eat…” I whispered. “And so are you.” I leaned over to his neck and began tasting the oils I had spread there. The apple and spice was not sweet but heady and mixed with his rich, musky flavor it was maddeningly delicious. I couldn’t get enough of it and my tongue reached eagerly into the buttery soft crease of his turned neck. His lips parted and through my thighs I felt his urgent groan as he savored the feeling of my mouth on him.

I don’t know how he managed it, but in an instant he had rolled beneath me, gotten his left arm around my body and pulled me onto my back on the bed. For a moment I was looking up into his shadowed face, his eyes were glittering in the firelight, and then he kissed me.

It was like no kiss I could ever remember. His lips were very soft, relaxed and full, and they caressed me with such tenderness I was almost brought to tears. He pulled me closer and propped himself on his elbows, one on either side of my shoulders, and put his hands under my head. Gently cradled between his mouth and his hands, I could feel him softly parting my lips, reaching, it seemed, to take the taste of apple from me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and stroked it slowly with his tongue. Over and over he caressed me with soft, wet lips that said, more clearly and with more depth than any word spoken possibly could, ‘I love you…’.

When he began to brush gently against my cheek I sighed and closed my eyes. It was heavenly… but… I reached up to his face. “Wait…” I sighed. The word was very difficult to say. I would have dearly loved to continue right from here. “I have not finished… Please, my lord, I want to please you.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. The love I bore him filled my heart and I feared it would burst from the overflowing passion. “There is so much more… I want to fill you with delight.” My speech faltered in the light of his angelic face. “For all you have given me, please let me give you this gift.” He smiled and it was like the warm touch of dawn, but he rolled to his side to let me up. I drew a deep breath, and with fingers that I could barely control, began to undo the buttons of my dress. It was a slow process, and he lay on his side, resting on an elbow, to watch me. From the corner of my vision, I could see his bright eyes glittering with desire, but I dared not look at him. I hungered for him, but wanted to finish what I had started. He deserved the best I could give him, and I was not half through the pleasures I had planned. He put his left hand on my trembling ones and with agonizing slowness, began to help me undo the buttons. Sighing, I relinquished the task to him. The slow tickle of his fingers on my skin was maddening and almost as difficult to resist as his kisses, but I managed somehow to control myself. The last button came free and he spread the dress apart. He rested his warm hand softly on my belly in a gesture of trust and tenderness. He would let me lead him.

I sat up and slipped the dress from my shoulders with a sigh. This was beginning to be the hardest thing I had ever tried to do. It required a will of iron that I did not know I possessed to slip from the bed, but somehow I managed it. I walked to my basket on numb legs and reach inside for the next of my ‘delights’.



TBC

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