The day has been long and arduous, filled with taxation's on your muscles that have left a dull throbbing ache from top to bottom. I hand you a warm mug of tea and the heat seeping into your hands from the porcelain starts a slow spreading infusion of calm that is hurried along by your sips.
My fingertips gently caress your shoulders with soft reserved pressure. Along your clavicle and up your neck then down your spine with attention paid to your shoulder blades. With each drink your body trades cold pain for a rolling heat and my touch kneads that into your torso and hips.
The smell of your skin rises from the gentle massage and sets my insides a tingle. I breathe you in slowly and the electricity of my desire surges as my need is communicated in the quickening vigor of my hands. You put down the cup of tea and recline into my arms, your pulse racing and feeding the fire that both soothes and excites you.
My lips kiss your neck and a sigh emanates from your upturned mouth. My mouth pulls on your skin and my tongue wets it with a quick brush. My arms wrap around your waist and my mouth flutters across your shoulders and the top of your chest. Pressing my naked chest against your back and squeezing your hips, I growl into your clavicle and grind my lengthening arousal between your legs.
Your breath comes in heaving pants as I step back and lay you upon the bed. I raise your knees and spread your legs open, lying with my head between them. Your pubic lips are open to me now and their musk that rises to meet me is the sweetest ambrosia. The tip of my tongue takes the first taste from your swollen clit, tangy-sweet nectar that makes my body quiver with hunger.