This is just a quick piece of smut I threw together for some practice. I hope you like it.
And as always, thanks to EmeraldKitten for inspiration and support.
I'm walking down the hall, having taken a quick evening shower. As I pass by the room my lady and I have set apart for our computers I hear a small sound of pain coming from it.
I slip quietly inside and look at her. Wide shouldered and full figured, I feel that surge of passion she always causes in me. Her hair is red and curly, framing the happy face I never tire of looking at. But I can see by the set of her back and shoulders that she's in a bit of pain. Standing all day can do that to you.
I move up behind her and drape my arms over her shoulders, pressing them over her ample breasts and caressing her stomach with my hands. "Bon soir, cherie," I whisper in her ear, "Could you use a massage? Something to ease your tenseness?"
She leans back and turns her head towards me, smiling. "Mhm," she whispers. She kisses the edge of my jaw. "Oh yes. Desperately. It's the best offer I've had all day." She wriggles a little in anticipation, then winces in pain. "You got here just in time. I think I'm going to crack."
I kiss her forehead. "Not here. Chair's in the way and I need your back straight." I take her by the hand and help her stand. Leading her to our bedroom, I have her lay her face down on the bed. I kneel next to her and moving her lovely hair aside, gently place my hands on her neck.
With a feather light touch I start to work the knots out of her muscles. Bit by bit, I move down her neck and across her shoulders. She gets a dreamy smile on her face and random noises come from her. Sighs, whimpers and moans sound and I can feel her relaxing.
"You'll need to remove your shirt," I whisper. "The cloth keeps me from working you just the right way."
She mumbles something in reply and quickly rises to her knees. She takes the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it up, over her head. I draw a sharp breath at the sight. Her pale skin is so beautiful. And those firm, full breasts are glorious. For a second, it takes all my will to keep myself from suckling at one. But I want her ready for that. There's no need to rush.
She lies back down, grinning at me. I can see her tits pressed against the bed, as they'll soon be pressed against me. Her eyes glitter with anticipation. She's waiting for the feel of my hands again.
She doesn't need to wait long. I immediately start to work on her shoulders, squeezing and pressing, loosening the flesh there. Slowly, I work from the edges to her spine. She makes tiny, happy noises of pleasure.
As I reach her spinal column, I throw a leg over her, straddling the small of her back. I don't sit, knowing she's too tender to support me. I take my own shirt off as I'm working up a sweat.
Then I start working my fingers again. Beginning from her spine, I work her lovely skin. Outwards I move my hands, kneading out the tight spots. As each small area is finished, I move back to the centre, down a little, and repeat my teasing.
She gasps, then whimpers. "Oh God," she moans, "That feels so good. You are most definitely hired." She gives another moan. "Yes. Most definitely.
"Lower," she asks then. "That's not really sore at all. It's my lower back. Right where my jeans are, not quite to my tailbone. Could you work there, please?"
"Of course, cher," I reply. "You'll need to take off your pants. I can't work you properly with them in the way."
"Get off me then!" she demands. She bucks up, forcing me off her. Moving quickly for someone who claimed to be in pain she rolls on her back and undoes her jeans. Lifting her hips, she rolls them down her legs and kicks them free. She rolls back on her stomach and grins at me. "Okie dokie. Get to work, buddy." And she laughs.
I smile at her good humour, and in testimonial to her lovely ass and legs. I place myself on her thighs and massage her lower back, gently, firmly.
She gasps at the feel of my hands. "Oh yes," comes purring from her. Her eyes slit with bliss and I can see her shoulders relax as the tension and pain dissipate.
The sight of her nearly naked has made me hard, as it always does. The feel of her pushes more blood to my erection. I squirm my hips a little, teasing my length between her soft cheeks. She sounds another gasp. She wriggles against me, stroking her lush buttocks over me. A shudder passes under my hands and up her back.
I smile. I know the signals she makes when she wants. I lean down and press my chest against the soft, warm skin of her back. "I think I've done all I can in the way of massage," I whisper in her ear. "Perhaps I should get some hormones running? A jolt of endorphins would be recommended therapy." I graze my fingers along the sides of her breasts to give her a taste of what I have in mind.
She shivers at the feel of me on her back, then stiffens as I whisper into her ear. "I'd have to agree. Hormones are always good. Endorphins are good too." She gasps as I harry the sensitive flesh peeking out from beneath her. I can feel goose bumps rise all over. She turns to look at me, leans in and softly kisses the corner of my mouth.
I cover her lips with mine and kiss her hard, teasing her tongue, telling her how much I want her. I growl at her taste; delicious, sweet and hot. I edge my hands under her and stroke her nipples. I know how much such fiddling arouses her.
She snaps her head away and moans at my touch. "Is… is there any particular position you'd like for me to get into?" comes in a hiss.
"If your back's up to it, could you please roll on to it?" I reply. I raise myself enough to allow her to do so.
"Yeah, it's up to it." And she rolls herself over. She reaches up, wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me back to her. I quiver as her firm mounds press into me. The stiff points at their peak prod me.
