Massage

Chapter Five

Summer Blueberry

 

How I managed to get my feet back onto the floor again, I will never know. I stumbled to my basket and grabbed the handle, knowing there was no way I would be able to force myself from Frodo’s bed again to get anything else out of it. I drew a deep breath. I was still on fire from his touch. He was lying back, his eyes closed, also drawing deep, controlling breaths. In the firelight his body gleamed golden and shimmering where the oil coated him. In all my life, I had never seen anything to match his beautiful perfection. I came to him and crawled onto the bed. He had not opened his eyes, but his breathing was easier. There was a faint smile on his flushed, red lips and his eyelids quivered with his barely contained excitement.

From the basket, I drew forth the last of my treasures; another vial of oil. This bottle was darker, with an almost grey tint in the dim firelight. I pulled out the stopper and the faint scent of sweet blueberries wafted from its cork. This was my favorite, and I had saved it for last. I poured a pool of the liquid into my hand, restoppered it and set it and the basket at my feet. Rubbing the oil released a scent that always reminded me of summer, of warm lazy days on the meadow and of the hot sun beating down on my neck as I bent to collect tiny berries. It was the scent of peace, of friendship and of love, for I always gathered them for the one who lay before I, my beloved lord, Frodo.

I leaned forward and raised my hands to his dear face. His lips parted as I touched a finger to them and he tasted the oil on my hand. A slow, affectionate smile grew on him as he recognized the flavor. He had always associated it with me. I make the most fabulous pies and tarts from the berries I pick and though I make enough for all, HE knows they are my gift to him, the expression of my love and the promise of my heart.

I placed my hands on either side of his face and began to rub his brow in slow, gentle circles, working the scent deep into his skin. My fingers traced lovingly along the bridge of his fine straight nose, into the muscles of his high cheeks, along the strong line of his square jaw. My thumbs worked the areas at the edge of his mouth, the place where his lips turn deliciously down, almost like a pout. The muscles were thick there, exercised by the many smiles he has worn since coming to Tol Eressea, and I massaged them gently to ensure they would be up to making many more. My motions moved his lips into almost comical shapes and I laughed before kissing them again. He responded by wrapping his arms about my oil-covered body and drawing me closer. His kiss was almost better than the last, for it was as tender and passionate, but this time his lips conveyed a strong flame of desire. He hungered for me and I could feel his urgency in every soft, wet caress. My head spun in the intoxicating atmosphere of blueberry and velvety kisses – I could resist him no longer.

My palms pressed flat on his chest and I moved the sweet oil across his smooth skin. There was still enough on my hands to spread across his body and send a fresh blast of the fragrance into the room. I rubbed his strong torso in long, even strokes, but when my hand began spreading oil in the hollow of his hip, he gasped anew and broke off from the kiss he held me in. I quickly reached down for more oil and begin drizzling it lightly across his belly. The sound he made then was almost a whimper, as if he was begging me to forgo this tortuous delight, but I grinned and began gently but firmly working the stuff into his chest, sides and stomach. He sighed, luxuriating in the feel of my hands on his body and I savored the exploration of every delightful part of him.

I slid sinuously over his thigh and settled on my knees in the space between his legs. He had not relaxed at all since I started with the blueberry and was still hard and ready for me. I admired his iron control, but planned on putting his resolve to an even sterner test. More oil.

His hips had always thrilled me, the hollow places formed by the curve of bone and muscle. He was so soft there. I leaned forward and ran my hands up and down his sides, pointedly ignoring the fact that my hard nipples were tickling him in places that made him quiver and jump. His brow creased again, but he was enjoying himself far too much to want to break this spell….yet. I smoothed the glossy oil into the soft patch of skin under his right hip and could not resist tasting him again. As my tongue gently caressed him he groaned in earnest. He stiffened even more and I could feel him against my cheek, but I could not stop – the flavor of him, and the feel of his trembling muscles under my mouth were driving me to ecstasy. I pushed deep into the hollow, licking his smooth pale skin, holding his hips tight against me with both hands. He arched hard and his guttural cry filled the room as he reached down for me with hands that would not be denied. He pulled me up and I slid across his hardness. He would not have let me stop him then. I continued to taste him as he drew me across his body, pausing only at his delightful nipples, so dark on his alabaster chest, to take a taste of the almond oil that still lingered there.

His hands held my hips firmly and I looked down into his brilliant eyes. They glittered wildly in the half-light, their depths dark with desire and I felt caught in the web of his overwhelming passion. I could not look away. He lifted me and I felt him urgent and unerringly strong between my thighs. My secret places tingled with aching fire as he slipped me down and slid deep into me. My universe contracted till I could see only his sparkling, luminous eyes, like dark blue pools of passion over which the light of fireflies danced. I felt his hands pushing my hips down hard, onto the part of him that delved deep into my body. The gasping groan of pleasure I uttered shook us both. In all my life I have never felt anything so profoundly satisfying. It was worth every bit of the wait and teasing.

My back arched involuntarily and I tried to drive him deeper. I moved on him like a dancer, sinuously arching away and then thrusting my hips forward to drop heavily onto him. His eyes were still dark, but the crease had returned to his brow as it took all his power to hold himself. I arched away again and the feel of him against me drove all thought from my mind. I wanted only him…. I wanted to take pleasure from him and give it in return. My hips began to move on their own, in shaking, circling motions that rocked him inside me and sent waves of ecstasy up my spine. I heard the impassioned cries but could not tell if they came from him or from me, but they spurred me on to move faster and plunge harder onto him.

He sat up and put his hands on the bed behind him. His face was rock hard and tensing. He drove his hips into me, meeting my thrusts, but I was slippery… it was hard to hold on. He grasped my waist with one arm and held me against him. His mouth was at my breast and I could feel his teeth biting me, teasing the hard flesh with animal hunger. It was more than I could bear and my eyes rolled back as I felt my climax building. He was a wild thing consuming me, biting at my flesh, licking the sweet oil and sweat between my breasts. He could not get enough of me. He moved beneath me and placed both hands around my waist. He pulled out of me a little and I cried out in protest, but he moved quickly and I suddenly found myself on my back with him above me. He paused for what seemed an eternity to stare down into my face. The firelight was dim and I could see only the sparkle of his eyes among his soft dark curls. He was a creature of night and shadow full of bestial desire and he would devour me utterly.

He began again, but slowly and it drove me mad. I could feel every inch of him moving firmly in and out, sliding hard along me with infinite purpose. He raised himself off me and held himself up with trembling arms and legs. The sensation of his strength in check, but barely, sent me reeling into faintness. How could he keep himself so?! I was shaking and overwhelmed but my body opened wide to receive all of him. Now I could not get enough of him. I writhed beneath him digging my fingers into his back in a desperate plea that I could have never gotten past my clenched teeth. It was sweet torture and I knew he was giving me back some of what I had been giving to him. My trembling cries filled the room as he glided with aching slowness into and out of me.

It was more than I could bear and I felt my climax rising again faster and more forcefully than before. My body rocked and heaved; I was a wild thing unable to control myself. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on, arching into him, aching for the release he had brought me right to the brink of. When it came it rolled over me like a wave. I felt inexorably consumed by fire and light, suffocated by overwhelming sensation, every corner of my being was filled with profound bliss. I cried out piercingly in the darkening room and another swell rose within me. I had never felt this so powerfully before. Wave after wave of deliciously sweet, blindingly bright flame filled my body. They shook me, rocked me and drove every conscious thought from my mind. I surrendered to them completely letting them wash over and through me leaving me reeling in their wake.

I was aware he watched me throughout my climax, drinking in the sight with animal hunger but holding himself in tight check. When I could think again I marveled at his strength and will. I was spent and totally shaken, but he is still hard and strong within me. He took the pillows and shoved them roughly beneath my hips. He positioned himself on his knees and grasped my body with both hands to drive himself into me. I was still trembling with aftershocks and could feel the slightest motion he made. He was animal once more, charging roughly, clawing at my body to grind deep inside. I whimpered, able to do nothing but ride this overwhelming tide.

Harder and faster he drove himself into me, shaking my whole body with the force of his thrusts. His breath was ragged and groaning, his body simmered with sweat and oil but his hands were strong and dug deep into my hips. He would not let go, and he would not be denied. I looked up into his eyes. They were wide, dark and shining, glazed over and fixed upon me. His mouth was open and yearning and I saw the tension in his shoulders, arms and hard stomach. I felt the change as it came to him and shook him as thoroughly as it had just shaken me. When he cried out, a grunting animal sound, my exhausted body responded. He filled me with his warmth with a shuddering, aching, arching thrust. Another rushing wave rose to consume me. It was too much. I hadn’t even a chance to wonder how it was possible for him to take me to such heights again so quickly. Blood rushed in my ears and I was overcome, fainting, melting into a pool of ecstatic forgetfulness.



and finally.... TBC...

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