Mentally and physically exhausted, her day was finally coming to an end. She undressed not even taking time to admire her body in the mirror, as she often did. She stepped into the bathtub and sunk into the steamy water. Leaning back and closing her eyes, she felt her body relax. She rested that way for a while till the water began to cool too much to be comfortable.
She towled herself dry and slipped between the coolness of the sheets on her bed. Her mind drifted in a state of half sleep, half wakefulness.
He quietly crawled into bed next to her. "Are you awake my Love?" he whispered. Her reply was barely audible. "Just relax. I know you had one hell of a day. Close your eyes and let me help you sleep." he coaxed.
His hands caressed her face as his fingers lightly massaged her temples. He heard her soft sigh as she drifted further away. Barely touching her body, he let his fingertips travel down her neck, across her breasts to the pinkness of her nipples. He touched the tip of her nipple with his fingernail, watching it harden and respond to him. He held it there, and with barely any pressure, he moved just her nipple in a circular motion. In the dim light he could see her areola wrinkle and become firm. He heard a slight moan escape her lips.
Moving himself lower on the bed, he brought her breast to his mouth. Alternately, he gently sucked each nipple between his hungry lips. His hands moved to her shoulders and down each arm, kneading her tired muscles. He massaged each of her fingers and the webbing in between. He moved in slow motion... She drifted.
He returned his hands to her breasts then lower, massaging her waist and stomach. He shifted his body again so he was kneeling between her legs at the foot of the bed. He massaged her feet and each toe. Expertly he moved up her legs. Her muscles melted from his touch. He stopped long enough to apply oil to his hands. She spread her legs willingly as he slid his fingers down the length of her smooth shaven lips. Slowly he stroked and massaged each crease and fold of her womanhood between his thumb and forefinger. He could see the nub of her clitoris and watched as it started to grow. Her wetness mixed with the oil and her hips began a slow, almost undetectable rhythm.
He slid his index finger inside her and used his thumb to continue her massage. With his other hand he applied steady pressure to the top of her mound. Her clitoris was fully extended now and gently, he teased it. He lowered his head till he was close enough to feel her heat. His tongue snaked across her clitoris. He felt her muscles tighten on his finger which was inside her but still. His tongue continued to circle and stroke her.
Her breathing became more labored. She could feel her orgasm building. Ever so slowly he brought her closer. In her dreamlike state, her arousal grew, taking her to new heights. She drifted and flowed upward with each new sensation. Her hips moved more earnestly and he could feel her stroking herself on his finger.
