Candlelight

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Short tale of a massage from a lover with a happy ending.
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There's a faded childhood scar on her jaw. It shows in sharper relief in the flickering candlelight.

She walks to me, letting her cream chemise spill to the carpet. The beauty mark on the inside of her thigh winks at me as she crosses the room.

I had stripped and laid down on our bed earlier, as soon as I saw the lit candles and massage oils on the nightstand. With her arrival, a massage seems an unnecessary preface to my enjoying my beautiful wife's body.

But she's obviously planned out an evening and I'm willing to play it out. It's usually worth a little self-restraint.

She stops by the bed to pose for a moment or so. The ten pounds that she'd gained over the last few stressful months have been burnt off, but - since I'd never admitted to noticing their gain - I couldn't compliment her on their loss. My appreciation for her gorgeous figure shows all over my face though, and I'm rewarded with her brilliant smile as she gestures for me to roll onto my stomach.

My feet kick involuntarily with mild impatience. She pretends not to notice.

I feel the warmed oil on my back and then her patient hands rubbing soothingly. Knots untie across my shoulders. Tension eases from my neck. My shoulder blades unlock. I sigh as the stress seems to dissipate from my body.

She bends across me and kisses the small tattoo of her name in a snowflake on the back of my shoulder, before she moves down to massage and lovingly caress the small of my back and my firm cheeks. Her amorous hands press my thighs apart purposefully. She wipes any residual oil from her hands onto my calves. Then she runs her fingers up the insides of my legs and feels along the length of my slit. I can picture the self-satisfied look on her sensual face as she brings her fingers back wet with the visceral evidence of my desire for her.

I don't begrudge her the confidence or sense of power she gets from my arousal. She's an amazing lover and it's well deserved. I want her. More, I want her to know just how badly I want her.

My back arches and my hips lift toward those fingers that she's so nonchalantly removed, but she was only stopping for a taste and I'll have to wait for more explicitly sexual attention.

Her able hands return to the backs of my thighs. Massaging each in turn. Relaxing the muscles of my legs. My hamstrings, adductors and abductors. She releases the rigidity and ache throughout my legs, untightening my calves and ankles and making me feel better down to my sore heels.

Her thumbs find the pressure points in the soles of my feet, relieving temporarily the soreness attendant to years of uncomfortable - but appropriate - shoes. Her dictatorial hands twist my feet to flip me onto my back.

Her caring hands rub in the warmed oil from my toes to my hips, bypassing my pussy despite my body's physical protest and my unintelligible groans. Too relaxed by her technique and too confident of her eventual intention to bring me to nirvana, I don't object more sensibly.

She kneads my rather flat tummy, so that I feel the strength of her fingers against my core muscles. My eyes closed under her calming touch to concentrate on the exceptional work her fingers were doing. They pop back open when her thumb breaches my innie bellybutton and sends tingles from my quickened pussy to my wriggling toes. I'd been lulled too far for her liking and her smiling eyes are ready to make contact with mine, knowing my sensitivity. Her eyes hold mine, sending another tingle to my pussy that is wholly anticipatory and without any physical cause.

Having regained my full attention, her suave hands gently disabuse me of the stiffness of my upper arms, elbows, and forearms. She presses my wrists, palms, and fingers, calloused from years of less than ideal ergonomic conditions. So unlike her soft, oil-coated fingers.

Her thumbs play across my collarbone and breastbone comfortingly, before her diligent hands move down to first conventionally and then seductively squeeze and fondle my aching breasts. I'm ready to catch her eyes in turn as she swiftly falls to temptation and envelops a nipple in her humid, eager mouth. I grin down at her, smug in my own way over her weakness for my body.

Her tongue laves my captive nipple. I feel it hardening inside her mouth and watch its counterpart harden in sympathetic pleasure. Her eyes stay on mine. They're filled with lust and intent. I know I'm about to feel a jolt, but don't know what will cause it.

People who complain of boredom in their marriage bed must have dull partners. Like a genius composer with a piano, my wife knows every note made by striking any sharp or flat on my body. She arranges notes and chords - in infinite combinations and with masterful timing - to elevate mood, build tension, and drive cresendi.

She climbs onto the bed atop me without freeing my nipple, effectively ending any pretension of the massage. I'm not complaining. Her enchanted hands touching me - in any capacity - shoots my libido to the red zone. Her petting me pushes me further and her lips are now fastened to my suctioned hard nipple in her mouth, forcing all other thoughts from my dizzy head.

The eye contact deepens as her teeth replace her lips. There's a delightful pressure as she brings her jaws together and her tongue flutters over the very tip of my nipple.

The distraction of her mouth at my excited breast keeps me from noticing her right hand. Her left hand supports her balance on my body. But her right hand is nowhere to be seen and I should know her well enough to recognize the import of not seeing.

With no other warning, three of her oil-slicked fingers slide into my drenched pussy and curve up to punch into my spongy, unprepared g-spot.

My hips pop beneath her. I gasp out the breath I'd held because of her teeth on my tit. The concurrent stimuli nearly black me out in their joint intensity. I love being the putty in her wicked hands.

Her laughing eyes glitter in the dancing candlelight and the pressure on my nipple slackens as she smiles around it. Her fingers twist inside me, a tactile euphoria. Her mouth simultaneously crosses my heaving chest to my other breast. She teases over the sensitive skin and erect nipple with light licks, even as her fingers nimbly twist in the even more sensitive space within me.

She kisses a path over my chest, neck, jaw, and chin. Her weight settles onto me fully. She finds my lips. She kisses me and muffles my cries of passion. I just whimper into her mouth as her fingers pump in and out of me, hammered home by her pubic bone.

My Love raises the gravity. Her music speeds now. Allegro.

Her kiss gains vigor. I'm torn between granting attention to her skilled tongue, the moans being seemingly ripped from my body, and my increasingly urgent need for air. She takes the breath from me, but I try to accommodate all three oral requirements, with the greatest emphasis on tongue dancing with her.

Between the massage oil and my need, her fingers slip with ease so very deep into me. I feel her knuckles pass through my entrance each way with every stroke. My pelvis pushes back, meeting her thrusts with a friction as ancient and effective as flint.

She repositions for better leverage. She's put the weight of her upper body on her left hand. Doing so, she abandons my lips.

I'm so close now. The kissing can't stop. I lock my arms round her neck, pulling her lips down and mine up to reunite with greater forcefulness. My tongue presses into her mouth in retributive invasion, although my pussy and especially my throbbing clit are enjoying her improved angle.

My moans come in streams with breaks only for ragged breaths and changes in tone only with the cycle of her rhythmic pumping of my enflamed pussy. Her sexy grunts of power and effort bring me even higher.

My building orgasm is reaching its flashpoint and my only thoughts are marveling at my luck at having this wonderful woman and deliberating how I'm going to relinquish her lips for the scream I know is coming.

She answers my question for me as she lifts her head from me. She looks deeply into my eyes and sees my everything. I have no protections from her; no walls, no illusions, no half-truths, and no pretenses. I am naked before her in every sense.

And I'm cumming.

I do scream in the ecstasy she brings. My orgasm burns through me, contracting every muscle she relaxed, firing every nerve ending she awakened, and leaving me insensible.

Through my cloudy, post-orgasmic haze, I see her smile in the flickering candlelight.

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fran969fran969almost 3 years ago

You have a wonderful way with words Are there any adjectives left that you didn't use..?? LOL

plumberdonplumberdonover 6 years ago
lovely

Short but to the point. Loved it. thanks

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago

Amazing.

HiddenInTheOpenHiddenInTheOpenover 7 years ago
Beyond hot!

This story, as short as it is, was one of the hottest ones I've read on here! Thank you for sharing it with us!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 10 years ago
Hi LesbianChickLit, One Hot Story Girl..

Is this all or is there more???

Gay Paige.

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