Morning was a few hours away but his responsibilities weren't. That was the life of a baker with his own Bakery 'Bread Box'. He needed to wake up and get right to work. Start on the new batches of bread for his loyal customers. But someone, someone very important had some other plans for him rather than kneading some dough. As her warm fingers ran up his body, hills ran across his skin. Starting from his thighs and over his fit torso all the way to his scruffy beard. She loved the skin to skin contact and just for that, she always insisted on sleeping completely naked and our baker, Pascal never thought to oppose her. But he was thinking of doing so now.
"Hale, you know, I need to go. This isn't helping..."
Hale's hand went to his back, feeling every single sore muscle of his. Pascal was overworked and underappreciated. Running your own bakery does that to you. So, she ignored his honey coated voice and grinned as her fingers started to do their magic. They lay beside each other in the bed. Laying on their side, as she squeezed and commanded the taut muscles to relax.
"You never listen do you?..."
Pascal's voice was coated with drowsiness but he had his eyes open and awake. While his body felt the aches of yesterday's work wash away. His heart slowly fell into the rhythm of slowness. He felt a slight warmth run through his body. A feeling of something more in his heart. He turned around to face the beauty beside him. Another smile across his face because of her.
"Hmm? Did you say something? I am sorry. I cannot listen to people who don't take care of themselves."
Hale smirked as she spoke. She knew he was going to become a big shot baker someday. But what's the point if you can't even take care of yourself? She sighed and rolled him over on his stomach and got on top.
"Just shut up and stay still."
He just chuckled and nodded in an obedient manner. Her soft fingers felt his entire back, feeling the knots in every nook and cranny. He looked back and thought, Hale might be one of the only women that he felt so comfortable with. The summer heat had tanned Pascal as Hale's fingers were in contrast to his skin. She used every weapon possible to massage her man. Fingers, fists, elbows and with each knot opened, Pascal relaxed even more. Seeing him relieved filled her up with satisfaction as she smiled.
"Now, the most important part..."
She said with playfulness as she flipped him to face her. Her body sitting atop him perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Her fingers went over his torso, her nails softly scraped against his skin to tease him more over his chest and finally ending at his two hands. As Hale's tiny fingers gripped his. He felt the strength and the gentleness in them as they massaged his hand. He chuckled just slightly as he could feel himself melting away just a bit more under her touch. He took extra care of his hands as he took pride in what his fingers could do for him and his life and to watch Hale take the extra energy and give it attention was something that had never been done by any other woman he had been with.
"Mm..really? Is that how we are playing, Miss Hale?..."
A smirk across his face trying his best not to fall trap to her entrancing techniques over his hands. She massaged every bit of his hand. Pascal's eyes were becoming heavily-lidded as the pleasure was of a different kind. The focus wasn't over his manhood or his chest or his neck. Over his fingers, those digits that would roam all over Hale and all inside her until she would paint his palms with her wetness. But right now, Pascal could feel himself rise in heat. His heart, which was in a meditative state just seconds ago, was awake. Beating with a new liveliness. His extremities rising in warmth, his ears getting hotter and hotter. It wasn't all the cause of Hale's actions but his own imagination. Imagining what would take place if this trail of events was followed which it would no matter what.
