Female's P.O.V~
Lights turned down. The smoky yet lemony scent brewed inside as the candles burned beside and around me, reflecting his naked skin.
He was lying on his stomach, between my knees as I sat on his thighs, watching the melted candle turn into oil inside it.
"What do you like about these candles so much?" I asked as I picked up the candle from the table beside me regarding his reply. "I just like it."
I did not realize why he loved candles more than any other toy. But I could sense the excitement in his tone as he clutched the sheets when I poured the warm oil on his back.
It was my first time using a toy like that. I did not consider a candle as a toy at all. What joy can it give? What I had read cannot really be the truth.
But when he flinched at the mild warmth spreading on his back, I was starting to doubt my own belief.
I poured some oil into my hand, rubbing it all over my hands, as I watched his skin gleam in the dim light of the candles.
The oil was soft and warm, not sticky. It kind of felt good.
Regarding him trying to look behind me, I planted my hands on his back, spreading the oil
from his shoulders to his waist.
His skin felt so soft to the glossy oil as his breaths started to unsettle.
Softly I ran my fingers, playing with his skin as I moved towards his arms, pressing his skin as I
grasped his hands, clutching the sheets adjacent to his head.
I leaned down to his ear, inhaling the soft scent of his skin and the oil mixed into bliss.
"Does it feel good?" I whispered, brushing my lips against his neck as he nodded.
He liked it. I could sense it in his fingers tightening around the sheets and in his soft tone.
Leaning back, I drove my hands down from his waist to his fuller hips, softly stroking his skin
with more oil.
I could feel him and see his eyes trying to look where my fingers were traveling, but he couldn't see them very clearly.
"It looks so sexy," I whispered, drawing my soaked fingers around his hole. His pink hole was glistening and twitching because of the oil.
Then I traveled further to his thighs, and then to his feet, tenderly oiling his skin. He was relaxed, letting me softly caress his body with the warm oil.
I flipped him over, sitting over his thighs once again as I picked up the candle once more.
His face was burning. His eyes were squinting. I could see his hands again clutching the sheets as he watched me drip the warm oil onto his chest.