My Favorite Gift to Give

Author's Notes:

This is a story I wrote many years ago for my wife. She has lived this story many times. It is now a chapter in one of the novels I've completed and considering publishing. Any feedback would be highly appreciated. "My Soulmate List" is a two-book series. It is written as a steamy/erotic romance for women and couples. The following is a chapter from my novel "My Soulmate List: Book II - Love Eternal" My works are copyrighted to protect them. Kind Regards, Richard

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As the end of the day approaches, I tell my wife I would like to give her a massage. She responds with how much she would like that and how the way I massage her always feels so good and relaxed.

Finally done with the chores of cleaning up the messes of the day from our busy family, we head upstairs. She draws herself a bath while I prepare to wash the day away in the shower.

"I can't wait to feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin under my fingers," travels through my mind as I imagine lovingly massaging the stress of the day out of her muscles. I look forward to pouring my love for her into her through the tips of my fingers. Giving her a massage is as relaxing for me as it is for her. It gives me a chance to completely let go of the day and focus on simply touching her, caressing her, sharing my energy with her, loving her, and pleasuring her.

She reads a book in the bath to help her relax. I can't help but stop and stare at her gorgeous naked body as she lies there reading. She's just so beautiful and so perfect. She senses my stare and looks up with a smile, breaking my stupor. I shower and wash the day away. Once done, I shave and brush my teeth.

I head to the bedroom without dressing. I set up the massage table, light some candles, turn on our fireplace, and prepare a mixture of oils in the oil warmer. I choose a mixture of lemongrass to clear the mind, and lavender to relax her. I hear her finishing up her nightly routine in the bathroom as I wait patiently for her to arrive.

She walks in wrapped in her robe. She looks at my naked body admiringly knowing I am standing there ready to dedicate the last part of my day to making her feel oh so good. She kisses me ever so softly on the lips and drops her robe to the floor. She looks radiant in the candlelight. She graciously climbs onto the massage table face down and positions her face in the cradle.

"It's time for you to relax and let the day go." I whisper into her ear before coating my hands with a healthy quantity of warm, slick, and aromatic oil.

"I am so lucky I have such a loving husband that likes to give me massages." Tabitha states as she lets out a long relaxing breath.

"I'm the lucky one. I get to caress and love such a wonderful, beautiful woman." I respond as I lightly coat her back with the warm lubricating oil. She lets out another deep breath and settles in.

Over the next hour I focus all my thoughts, love, and energy in the moment. I admire every inch of her body as I rub and massage her from head to toe. I pay special attention to her shoulders and back as those are the areas she holds her stress. I feel her toned muscles relax under my touch as I move. I see my love as streams of glowing energy flowing from my heart, through my arms, and through my fingers. My love penetrates her skin everywhere I touch. My touch urges her muscles and joints to release their tension and accept my gift.

I take the time to press the acupressure spots in the small of her back knowing it releases her love for me from her heart into her abdomen. I'm sure she knows what I'm doing and why.

I sense she is nearing a state of complete relaxation as I move to massage her wonderful buttocks. I deeply massage those wonderful muscles and her hips. Again, I focus on pressing the acupressure points at the top of her buttocks, opening the channel from her abdomen to her pelvis. This allows her love energy to gather and wait for the release which will nourish all of her being, even her soul.

After finishing with her buttocks, I massage the rest of her body, including her hands, feet and legs. By the time I'm done, her breath is deep and slow. She probably feels like she is floating on a cloud someplace between consciousness and sleep. The aroma of the oil entering her nostrils adds to the effect.

I let her lay in this state as I clean up the oil, wash my hands, extinguish the candles, and turn down the bed for her. I slowly rouse her. She is so relaxed I need to support her as she dismounts the massage table and makes her way to our bed. Her muscles and joints are so relaxed she can barely move and support herself.

She lays on her back with her left arm to her side. Her right are is bent with her hand next to her head. Her right leg is stretched out straight. Her left leg is bent at the knee with her left foot on the mattress and her knee in the air. Being so relaxed, her left knee falls to the side. This opens her pelvis to my view.

She looks like an angel as she is bathed in what little ambient light remains. She is relaxed, beautiful, and exposed. My member grows in length and thickness as I admire my wife. Her eyes are closed. I sense she is slowly drifting off to sleep. I know, however, there is a pool of energy waiting in her pelvis that yearns for freedom.

Instead of letting her sleep, I gently climb on the bed. I lay between her legs. My head over her abdomen and my strong chest pressing lightly on her sex. I feel her warmth penetrating the skin of my chest, reaching into my heart. I begin lightly kissing the soft warm skin of her stomach. I wrap my hands under her. I lay my head on her stomach and hug her, pressing our bodies together.

She stirs slightly. "I love you so much." She sighs. "You make me feel so safe and warm." She says as she lightly caresses my head with her fingers.

She doesn't say it, but I know, deep in her mind, the memories of nights like this, combined with the pool of energy built up in her pelvis, begin to awaken her arousal. Her hips involuntarily press up to increase the contact my chest has with her.

I release the hug and inch by inch slowly kiss my way down her stomach until I can kiss and lick the top of her patch of pubic hair. I press my tongue into the bone just under her skin, she moans softly into the darkness above the bed. She raises her hips off the bed and I slip my hands under her ass. I activate her pressure points with my fingertips as my hands tilt her pelvis up.

I cover her entire mound and down the crease between her pelvis and legs with soft kisses. She pulls her right leg up to the same position as her left. My mind's eye can clearly see how she is completely open to me and the pleasure she knows I will bring her. I kiss the insides of her thighs. I move slowly so as not to overly excite her. I want to keep her completely relaxed as the heat in her builds.

As I get close to the opening of her Jade Chamber, I can feel her moist heat radiating. I kiss and lightly suck her taut groin on both sides, then move closer to the source of her heat. My penis is completely rigid and I grind my pelvis into the soft bed below me. There is no bigger turn-on than her arousal.

A low soft moan escapes her lips as I slowly and lovingly kiss, lick, and suck her freshly shaved vulva. I position my mouth in anticipation of my first full taste of her. I flatten my tongue and press it on her perineum. Ever so slowly I draw it through the very bottom of her vagina. My arousal ramps up quickly as my tongue tastes my soulmate's nectar. I have to remind myself this is not about me, it is about finishing the massage I am giving her. Her mouth opens with a deep sigh. I look up along my angel's naked body to see her eyes still closed.

Her hips press up and my tongue slips inside her delicious flower. My hardness pulses and twitches in excitement as her familiar flavor fills my mouth. She tastes exquisite. Her wetness coats my tongue as I run it slowly up the inside of her folds toward her pulsing clitoris.

"Mmm." I moan into her. My deep voice vibrates her entire sex. I draw back and savor the taste of her on my tongue for a moment. "Oh, you taste to good. Thank you for letting me go down on you." I say, looking up the beautiful landscape of her body which is barely visible in the darkened room. I don't need to see her, I know her. I know her like I've never known anyone.

Though her body and mind are still completely relaxed, her pelvis is rhythmically thrusting and rocking. I spend the next few minutes savoring her. I do not devour her. I am not preparing her for sex. I am preparing her for an exquisite release of her life-giving essence.

Her breathing becomes ragged as I concentrate my attention on her clitoris. I lightly massage it with the tip of my tongue. The energy which once flowed from my heart through my fingertips as I massaged her body is now flowing from the tip of my tongue. It is penetrating her and stoking her arousal into a roaring fire. Her head rocks from side to side as moans and sighs of pleasure constantly flow from her open mouth. When her sighs change pitch, I know she is nearing a point that if I don't change my technique, I could upset the balance of her relaxed state.

Without breaking the loving stimulation on her clit, I slip the middle finger of my left hand to the opening of her orchid. She presses her hips down attempting to impale herself and bring the needed release. Slowly, I circle her slippery opening. I feel her rapid heartbeat within her sacred chamber. Her breaths are shallow and erratic.

I press into her, keeping the pad of my finger in contact with the the delicate skin covering her pubic bone. Her body freezes and she lets out a deep moan as my finger passes through her threshold. Further in and upward I press. I curl my finger behind her bone. I can feel the swollen roughness of her g-spot. I can tell she is close and already on the edge of release.

I change the movements of my tongue from a soft circling of her clitoris to more intense vibrations directly on the nub. I pulse my finger slowly up into her sensitive spot. I purposely hold her at the brink for a minute or two until her moans and sighs turn to a low murmur.

From the experience of doing this hundreds of times over the years, I know she is fully aroused and ready. The pace of my tongue quickens. The pulses of my finger quicken. They increase in frequency and in pressure on her intimate pleasure buttons. I can sense her orgasm building quickly now as her vagina begins to flex, tighten, and spasm on my finger.

"Oh gawd. Oh gawd. Oh Rick." She rhythmically moans, giving me her final tell-tale sign.

I reach up with my right hand and lightly roll her hard left nipple between my index finger and thumb. This extra stimulation shatters her. She launches over the edge with a rush of gasps, moans, and sighs. Her vagina clamps down on my finger as I curl the tip and put direct pressure on her g-spot.

Her clitoris is hard as a rock. I begin to reduce the pressure on it so as not to make it too sensitive. Her vagina pulses and her hips gyrate as wave after wave of her climax rips through her body, spreading the life-giving energy of her essence throughout her. The energy of her essence penetrates, nurtures, and nourishes all of her being. I know her brain is in a cloud. She has lost all concept of space and time. Flashes of purple and yellow light are flashing through it as each wave of energy courses through her.

Gradually, the pool of energy is dispersed and the pulsing of her vagina begins to slow. I keep my tongue from making direct contact with her sensitive clit. I encircle her tender button with my lips, lightly sucking it as a final shiver washes over her entire body. I slowly remove my finger, suck her delicious cum off it, and replace it with my thirsty tongue. I receive my reward as I suck her liquid essence into my mouth. Her nectar is so sweet. I savor the taste for a moment then slowly and gently push my tongue back into her, reaching for the nourishment I so desire. She gasps and spasms again as I curl my tongue up behind her pubic bone and stroke it along the edge of her g-spot.

My lips cover her entire sex and suck gently. I drink all the wonderful nectar she provides. I continue to slowly lap at her sex for the next few minutes. I don't try to re-excite her. I only want her to relax into my aftercare. Once I feel her body fully relax, I lightly kiss her mound and rise up from between her spread thighs. She tries to tell me how she is so lucky but I, in turn, insist I am the lucky one.

My manhood is raging. It throbs with arousal. My heart is pounding from experiencing the exhilaration of her orgasm. My mouth is filled with the most wonderful flavor.

"Do you want to be inside me?" She asks in a sleepy tone.

The intoxication of arousal I feel tempts me to impale her with my rigid tool, but I simply move up to her, roll her on her side, and spoon with her.

"No. That was a gift to you. My favorite gift to give you." I respond with a low whisper as I kiss her shoulder and hold her bare back against my bare chest.

Though my groin is completely turned-on by the sensuality of her orgasm and drinking her cum, I remind myself that I only wanted to unselfishly massage and pleasure the goddess. I wanted to completely relax her and release all of the stress of her day. This reminder, along with my rhythmically squeezing my PC muscle to circulate my built up energy, helps to reduce my desire for more.

Within seconds, her breathing becomes deep and relaxed as she drifts into a deep sleep. I lay there for a few minutes so as not to disturb her. When I sense she is in a deep enough sleep I gently, pull the warm blankets over her beautiful and sated nakedness. Fully satisfied myself, I start to feel sleep overtake me. I feel proud knowing I have given a great gift of adoration to the woman I love more than life itself.