Massage

Chapter Four

Almond and Honey

 

He watched me as I walked back with the vial. His pale, lean form was laid easily on the bed. His arms outstretched in front of him and his darkly curled head resting upon them. There was a languid smile on his lips. He trusted me. I drew a hand gently along the graceful curve of his shoulder, down his back and across the perfect line of his buttocks. His smile broadened and he closed his eyes with a sigh. I climbed back up onto the bed and straddled his thighs. This oil had not had a chance to warm, but I unstoppered it and poured a generous golden line across my own chest. I poured more into my hand and spread it slowly across my belly. The warming scent of almond filled the space around me and Frodo sniffed the air curiously. From his vantage, he could not see what I was doing.

“Almonds.” He said softly. “And something else…”

“A touch of honey.” I answered. “Although, you need no added sweetness, beloved. It is just a bit of summer clover and sunshine to warm you.” I restoppered the vial as he chuckled.

“Oh, I think I are doing that already, all by yourself.”

I rubbed my hands together releasing a strong blast of almond scent. It was heady and rich, as intoxicating as the hobbit that lay before me. I reached down and, placing my hands just below his waist, where his largest muscles attach to bone, I pressed down. my oil-covered palms slid slowly off his hips and his barely perceptible grunt of pleasure thrilled me. I repeated the motion many times, moving just slightly lower with each pass.

He was tense when I started, quite probably he had never been touched in quite this way, but as my hands moved smoothly and surely over the smooth rounded muscles of his buttocks and hips, he relaxed, though, I could tell from the increasing furrow of his brow, it was an effort for him to do so. The thought delighted me. I raised myself on my knees and lay my oil-covered body over his. Then, like a seal emerging from the surf, I glided over him, pulling myself along his back; arching my hips deep into the muscles I had just finished tending. He drew in a sharp, astonished breath and I could feel his body writhing beneath me. Sheets muffled his sharp exclamation that sounded vaguely like an expletive…but I knew he never said such things! Frodo raised himself on his elbows, and pressed his face firmly into his hands as if to keep himself under control. I wrapped my thighs around his torso and stroked his sides firmly as I glided back down his body. The strong scent of almond penetrated the air as I rode up and over the firm mound of his backside.

“Sweet Eru….” Frodo’s whole body trembled as I began another stroke. The feel of him under me was making me giddy, but his so obvious delight spurred me on to persevere. With each drawn out pass his breathing became more labored and his trembling more pronounced, but I did not relinquish until he, at last, dropped flat onto the bed, trembling and spent. I paused, straddling his back, thinking him finished, but it was not so. More quickly than I thought possible, he turned under me. my thighs were slippery, I could not hold him, and he was on his back reaching around my waist before I could even think. He drew my body to him and began kissing my belly with those ever so soft lips. Then I had to bite off my own exclamation of shocked delight. As he tasted the delicious oil that covered my body, he began to lick it off my skin, his wet tongue gliding hungrily over my trembling waist. It was too much for me to bear. my head was spinning and I felt faint. His licks were intermingled with impassioned bites and kisses and I knew I would not be able to hold out any longer.

“Please…..” my agonized cry stopped him. He looked up at me and the wildness in his eyes was shocking and exhilarating. Slowly, I slid back down to lay full upon his taut belly. I took his face between my hands and kissed him, gently and deeply. Almond, but the sweetness I tasted was him, not the honey. I plunged into his kiss. I could not drink in enough of this rare luscious flavor.

I felt his hands at my waist, pushing my hips down. He was there, ready and eager between my thighs, but though I ached to feel him inside me, there was one last vial of oil…

“Wait!” I gasped and squirmed against him. He was quite unwilling to release me, but after a moment and with an obvious effort, he let go of my hips. “There is more…” I whispered.

His passion so totally consumed him that his voice was barely understandable. “I don’t think I can take any more…” He growled. I stroked my thumbs across his knitted brows, soothingly, lovingly.

“Trust me, beloved…. “ I whispered and kissed the then smoothed place above the bridge of his nose. “I have one more delight for you….”



TBC

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