Stepping from the shower you're not surprised to see me standing there, holding the towel for you, ready to wrap you up and rub you 'til you're dry and warm, with your skin waking to a pink glow, so you stand patiently and allow me to further erase the day. Taking your hand, leaving the towel to fall behind, I lead you to the bed.Soft warm light filters through the mostly closed blinds, sunlight spilling onto the floor.
"Face down, please, it is time to give that body the attention it so richly deserves."
With a smile you climb onto the bed, settling on your belly on the crisp sheets. I shrug out of my robe as your watch through slitted eyes and wriggle to find the most relaxed position, like water seeking the lowest ground.
Placing a hand on your shoulder I straddle your hips, feeling the heat as our skin meets, my legs outside yours, your hips smooth and supple beneath me- and my hands begin long even strokes down, and up, your back.
Listening to your contented purr I spread my fingers wide to press more firmly into the muscles, slowly up the curve of the small of your back, winding my way to your shoulders and neck. Time slows with your breathing as my hands seek out tension in your temples, shifting your head now and again to massage your cheeks, lifting your torso slightly as I tug on your shoulders. mmmmmm. . . Yes. . . wonderful. . ."
Drawing your arm up onto your back I work down the biceps and triceps, stroking the forearm to descend to press my thumbs into your palm and caress and tug each finger in turn, then working back up to your shoulder before lifting the arm to rest gently beside you again, and repeating the pattern on the other side, grinning at the way your hand sneaks a wanton caress of my cock, nestled between your hips, before you allow me to massage this arm and set it, too, back to rest beside you. From the top of the shoulder I draw my fingers down to press beside your spine in waves descending to the small of your back.
Shifting to the side now I press my hands into your supple butt, and begin pressing firmly on the large muscles, stroking up and down, fingers and thumb alternating with my palms as I seek out the knots and tense spots. Lightening the pressure, I reach for your ankle and lift your leg, bending at the knee, to loosen your calf muscle as I press into it, and treat your foot to the same patient attention lavished on your hands some forgotten time before. . .as I guide your foot to settle back down slowly on the sheet my other hand drags fingernails up the back of your thigh. Waiting there, pressing your hip, joined to my other hand as they overlap briefly the pressure resumes, but fingers spread wide enough to hint to your inner thigh that the day is far from over. . ....your hips shift slightly in turn, and I'm rewarded with the sweet heady scent of your mounting desire as I slowly repeat the massage on your other leg in much the same pattern, working my way down to caress your calf ...then foot... finishing with the firm, delightful thigh muscle, fingertips more deliberately this time tickling your lips suggestively..Your breathing seems so slow...
"Time to roll over, sexy."
My hand rests on your hip as you roll to the middle of the bed limply. Such a peaceful smile.
"You look much more relaxed."
Nothing but a quiet, humming purr escapes your lips, which part in a contented smile as I watch your breasts rise and fall with each breath. Leaning to an elbow I lightly kiss your mouth, feeling the curve of your belly beneath my hand.
"I need your cooperation now."
Predictably, an inquisitive glance. You have, after all, been the epitome of compliant to this point.
"Indulge me. I need your mind."
I take your hand, and extend your left arm to the corner of the bed. My hand guides the nearest leg slightly towards me. Kneeling, I move between your legs. Leaning forward I kiss your left wrist, then raise your right hand towards the other corner, and bend to kiss that wrist as well...
"You can not move your wrists. They are bound by my kisses, locked right where they are now. Your fingers can move, your arms to the degree it would not pull your wrists from their shackles, but they are anchored now, until I unlock them with another kiss. Do you understand?"
