He led her to the bedroom, her hand tightly in his, and he prepared to love her exquisitely. She trembled slightly, afraid of what was to come. She was almost positive she would be on that list of things however. Her vision was obscured with a beautiful silk scarf and all she could see was darkness. That's okay, she had complete trust in her lover and she knew she was in good hands: strong, sensual hands at that knew exactly how to elicit the most intense bliss.
Laying her on the bed gently, he began his sensual assault. There was no need to rush. He had set aside hours to do nothing but pleasure his lady love. The first sensation she felt was so gentle, so imperceptible, she couldn't make out what it was at first. The feather-light touch was just that, a feather. She cried out, "Stop, that tickles!" but his technique was relentless. Every touch of that feather to her skin made her jump and squirm. He traced the insides of her elbows and the slope of her collar bone, everywhere on her body until it was no longer ticklish; it was like sending erotic stimuli straight to her clit. Under her breasts, her ankles, her very fingertips, no place was off limits. Biting her lip, she silenced her moans of joy. There was no need to however, it was her night and her man was there to cater to her every whim and fantasy. All she had to do was ask and he was there to respond.
Next, came the intense sensation of cold. Cry out she did as he traced ice cubes around her belly button and down to the baby soft hair of her mound. "Please baby, don't do this to me, please stop," she whimpered but she spread her legs more, communicating to him that the last thing she wanted was for him to stop. She gripped the sheets tightly, using them for leverage, voluntarily restraining herself from moving as he put the ice cube in his mouth and created the sensation of cool kisses on her engorged pussy lips. She was out of her mind with desire, panting, begging, moaning, chanting. He kissed his way all over her body, leaving a trail of cool, wet kisses.
Next, the sensations she felt were indiscernible. While it was apparent that something was being applied to her skin, all over her body, she couldn't exactly tell what it was. It didn't seem to be either pleasurable or unpleasant. She waited, anxiously, breathlessly awaiting the pleasure to begin for she knew it was right around the corner. Little did she know it was honey that had been applied to her body until her lover started to sensually lick away every drop of sweetness. Inch by excruciatingly erotic inch, he licked. He licked until his tongue was tired and then licked some more. He was inspired by her cries of passion. With every flick of his tongue on her nipples, thighs, and toes, she would let out a sound that inspired him to keep going. He wasn't going to stop for anything.
Turning her over, placing her on her stomach, the sensation of warmth was the next thing she felt. Heated massage oil trickled down the small of her back, creating a pool right at the top of her ass. With skill and intensity, he softly kneaded the oil into her brown skin from her shoulders to her feet and not missing a spot in between. He wasn't trying to work out tension or heal a sore muscle, he was caressing and pampering with just the right amount of pressure and gentle, tender caresses. Holding her ass in his hands he worked the oil in and caused her to arch her back, stick her ass out as in invitation. He took the invitation and poured the heated oil into the crack of her ass and let it drip between her pussy lips, adding to the moisture and slipperiness she felt there.
