Relax for me..

It was rare that I had the opportunity to ponder the twists my life takes; usually I'm too busy rolling with the punches or trying to ferret out where the next kick in the teeth would come from. So it was a nice change of pace to have this quiet moment to marvel at the strange path I found myself on.

Had someone told me even a few months ago that you'd be stretched out nearly nude on my bed (I'd allowed you a towel for modesty's sake), teetering on the edge of sleep from the massage I was giving you, I would've laughed until I hurt myself. Absurd, I would have thought.

Yet here we were; and really, who was I to question how we'd gotten there?



I'd started on your back, working slowly through tension-knotted muscles in deliberate sections, lingering long enough to ease out the smallest of knots but never *too* long. The warm oil allowed my fingers and palms to slide easily over your skin, and you sighed contentedly as your body responded to my touch. The soft music in the background was the only distraction- I intentionally kept the conversation to a minimum to ensure that you focused on the tactile experience rather than trying to keep me entertained- and it drifted over us, contributing to the tranquil mood.

From your back and shoulders to your hips, to the back of your thighs and your calves, the tension melting away as I steadily worked. Part of me wondered, as always, what was going through your mind, but I only disturbed the quiet enough to ask you to turn over. I smiled to myself at the gap between my request and your compliance; you had momentarily fallen asleep and needed a moment to process my words. Once you were re-settled, towel unfortunately firmly in place, I started back at your head. Your brow furrowed slightly as I rubbed your temples and cheekbones, but soon you sank back into relaxed sleepiness. Collarbones to arms and hands, paying careful attention to the talented fingers that hold a place of honor in my more naughty fantasies. Chest, ribs- a ticklish spot that brought a chuckle from you- and a careful shifting of the towel to one side, then the other, to reach the points of your hip bones. A significant exertion of will to not give in to temptation as I worked on your slightly spread thighs, then finally down to your lower legs and feet.

By the time I'd finished, you'd drifted fully to sleep. Proud of my accomplishment, I pulled a blanket over you and, careful to remain on the top side of it, curled up near your knee with my back to you. I hadn't been dozing long- certainly not long enough to get much past 'lightly napping'- before your hand moved out from under the blanket, fingers gently stroking my hair. I didn't suppress a purr of approval, or a subtle arch of my neck that put more of my head within your reach. You rolled to your side, tugging lightly on my hair, and within moments I was tucked under the blanket as well, one of your arms wrapped around me while the other pillowed my head, your chest against my back and your chin resting on the top of my head.

"Nice.." you murmured, and I had to agree it was. Though still fully clothed, I could feel the warmth of your body, and the slow thump of your heartbeat.

Your hand began slowly caressing my body, sliding down my side before coming up under my shirt, over my stomach to cup first one breast, then the other, rolling the nipples between thumb and fingers, tugging them erect. Continuing your exploration, you hooked my leg over yours before reaching into my pants, your fingers easily finding my most sensitive areas, and your moan of pleasure matched mine.

"Always so wet for me, ready for my fingers, my cock.. I swear I could bend you over any time I want and you'd be soaked through before I could unbutton your pants.. wouldn't you?"

I hissed as two of your fingers entered me, my hand reaching back to land on your hip. At some point you'd discarded the towel, and my nails dug into bare flesh as I pulled you tighter against me. Even if I could form words- doubtful under the circumstances- I couldn't argue the point; your logic was perfectly sound and 100% correct. I shifted my hips in an attempt to keep your questing hand where it was, but you had other ideas.

As you pulled your hand from my waistband, I expected you to offer your fingers to me; instead, you managed to dial my arousal up past 11 as you cleaned them yourself, making sure I had a good view of you deliberately running your tongue over each digit, savoring the taste of my juices. You ran a hand down my side again, letting the soft, slick fabric of my pajamas ease through your fingers.

"As nice as these are, they're in the way," you murmured.

I needed no more prompting, and only minimal assistance from you, to shed both top and bottoms, tossing them out from under the blanket and sighing as my skin came into contact with yours. As you positioned me to your liking, the thought suddenly dawned on me that this was the first time we'd been completely naked together, and a lightning-quick shudder of arousal ran through me.

Your hands resumed their leisurely, gentle teasing, somehow knowing just where and how to touch me to elicit the greatest response. Of course, my uninhibited vocalizations probably gave some clues as to the proper direction for your attention. You had put my leg back over yours to facilitate access to my pussy, and after coating your fingers with my juices you focused on rubbing small circles over my clit with the pads of two fingers, easily following the involuntary rocking of my hips. Your hardened cock rested on the inside of my thigh, the tip just barely nudging my opening, pre-cum mingling with my own steadily leaking fluids. Reaching around your probing hand, I attempted to guide you into me, but you shifted your hips back slightly to prevent the contact, laughing quietly as I whimpered in disappointment.

"Patience," you whispered, fingers dancing over my skin. "No need to rush today. Let me enjoy you."

More logic I couldn't argue with, and I relaxed into your embrace in response. Pausing briefly in your fingering of my pussy, you rose up onto one elbow and rolled me onto my back, stretching my arms over my head and placing your hand over both of mine- a subtle hint that they should stay where you put them.

Your voice was a rumbling growl as you instructed me to spread my legs. Pushing the blanket down past my waist, your eyes darkened as you took in the sight of me willingly displayed for you. Lowering your head, you ran your tongue over my collarbone before nipping sharply at the sensitive spot, grip on my hands tightening as I attempted to bring them down to touch you. Brushing your lips further downward over my skin, you used your free hand to raise each breast in turn, tracing the nipples with the tip of your tongue before sucking them into your mouth. Your fingers returned to the moist folds of my pussy, and the renewed contact elicited a noise that got stuck in my throat and came out as a squeak of pleasure.

Not making an attempt to hide your amusement at my expense, you brought your head back level with mine, kissing my forehead gently. I caught the mischievous gleam in your eye before you shifted suddenly; in one smooth motion you turned yourself around and covered my body with your own, putting each of us mouth-level with the other's most intimate spot. You'd learned enough of my responses over the preceding months to first hold my hips firmly in place; a good reflex, as they involuntarily snapped upwards at the first warm caress of your breath, desperate for closer contact.

Bringing my own hands up, I wrapped one around your cock and used the other to shift your hips into the best position to take the full length into my mouth, relishing your sigh of pleasure just before your mouth covered my pussy.

For what seemed a delightful eternity, the world consisted only of tongues, lips, fingers, moans and sighs of contentment and whimpers of pleasure. Neither of us seemed in a rush to reach orgasm, focusing instead on pleasing the other, memorizing the pace, pressure, spots that created the greatest reaction.

However, you soon sensed I was again coming close of the height of desire; you extracted yourself carefully and rolled me onto my stomach, tucking a pillow under my hips. Laying on top of me, you pulled my legs up so my knees were pressed against my sides, and my arms mimicked the position for comfort. The remnants of the massage oil and the sheen of sweat from our activities caused our bodies to slide together easily, and you took advantage of the situation by rubbing yourself back and forth against me until I thought I would explode from the anticipation.

Brushing my hair to one side, you bent your lips to my exposed neck, smiling as my whole body shook under you. Unable to resist, you redirected yourself and instead brought my wrist to your mouth, letting your teeth barely brush the ultra-sensitive skin on the underside. I groaned in response and made a feeble attempt to pull away. You simply pushed your weight more firmly into me, eliminating my ability to move.

"I'm not finished yet," you growled, running your tongue over the area you'd just nibbled, easily picking up on the rapid increase in my breathing your actions brought.

Not for the first time, I seriously considered begging. I didn't know if it would help or not, but I didn't care. Thankfully you took pity on me, eliminating the need for me to make a decision. Reaching between us and taking your cock into your hand, you guided it to my opening. I tensed slightly; I was always eager to have you buried inside me, but the transition could be a little overwhelming. To my surprise, you ease into me slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. By the time you'd reached the depth the slightly awkward position allowed, I wasn't sure if I wanted to beg you to speed up or demand that all our future couplings be as unbelievably, unbearably intimate.

You sigh as you continue to rock your hips, sliding your cock in and out incrementally, your lips again moving to the back of my neck.

"You okay?"

"Gods, yes."

"Not going to be able to hold out long; feels too good."

I manage to entwine the fingers of both hands in yours. "Can always give it another go later."

"Want you to come with me." The words were more clipped, the movement of your hips a little faster.

I glanced at you out of the corner of my eye. "Not a problem."

You smelled of musk and massage oil and the beer we'd shared earlier; your cock was tightly encased in the hot, slick walls of my pussy and your body pressed me into the mattress in a way that- uncomfortable in any other circumstance- pleasantly triggered the part of my subconscious that thrived on being restrained; the sound of your whimpers as you held on for just a little longer were music to my ears. Any one of these was enough to drive me over the edge.

But it was the intentional dropping of my last bit of control that did it.

As I turned my wrist slightly and offered it to you, your teeth unerringly found and sank into the hollow spot between the tendons; at the same time you thrust your cock deeply inside me, and I cried out as I was overcome with the exploding release of my orgasm. I was dimly aware of your own climax, your cock spasming within the tight confines of my pussy, each spurt of your cum drawing out the last waves of my pleasure.

By the time I was a bit more aware of my surroundings, you'd moved your mouth back to the spot just under my ear, gently covering the area with kisses.

"Back with me?"

I could only make a low noise of acknowledgment in response, not trusting either my cognitive or verbal abilities, and I didn't have to see the answering, knowing smile that crossed your face to know it was there. Slowly easing your cock from my depths, somehow you managed to reclaim the cast-off blanket, roll me onto my side, and lay back down beside me. I found myself once again tucked under the blanket with your arms wrapped around me, your chest against my back and your chin resting on the top of my head, and as we both drifted to sleep it crossed my mind that I would never question how I got here as long as I was given the opportunity, however infrequently, to stay for a while.