You’re tired, I know.
But it’s okay.
Just lie down. Close your eyes.
Breathe. Deeply. And let it all out slowly.
And I know just what to do.
Just stay there.
I will be right back.
“You think I'd leave your side baby
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
I wouldn't do that”
The scented candles have been lit —the combined aroma of lavender and tangerine.
It is meant to titillate the senses.
The bedroom lights had been turned down low.
I want to help you relax.
“When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you, you're so much better than you know
When you're lost and you're alone and you can't get back again
I will find you, darling and I will bring you home”
Do to hear that? That’s Sade singing. I know we both like listening to her and her music.
I’ll place my cool hands on your temples and trace calming circles against your skin.
Do you like that? Good.
My fingers slowly slide up into your hair, massaging your scalp, lightly scratching. I want to massage all your worries away.
I then place gentle kisses on your forehead, the lids of your eyes, and your cheeks.
I feel your breathing has slowed.
Your body is relaxing.
I smile. Good. That’s the idea.
I rub your shoulders and massage down each arm to reach your hands.
Each finger gets its own loving attention.
You are sleeping now.
I continue.
I love your chest.
While mine seemed soft, yours is strong, hard, and textured.
I lightly trace your muscles, still massaging, still dropping light-as-air kisses as I touch you.
Perfect. You are just perfect.
Your breathing is heavy, but it’s the heaviness of sleep.
Your features are relaxed.
Your body is still.
My hands continue.
Down to your legs.
Your legs—their different than mine.
While I like the feeling of my freshly-shaved legs, I also love the feeling of your hair against the palms of my hands as I draw them down your legs.
To your feet.
Taking each foot in turn, I rub the heels, applying pressure but not enough to wake you.
The arches and balls of your feet get equal attention, massaging away the stress of the day, hitting those points that help to further relax other parts of your body.
Your toes – those funny looking digits – I kiss each of those in turn before my eyes return to your body.
I have now massaged nearly all of you.
You are in a wonderful state of relaxation.
Every distraction has been pushed aside in favor of slumber.
And yet, I haven’t completed what I started.
My eyes rest on your epicenter.
I want to touch you.
I crave to touch you, but I don’t want to take away your state of relaxation.
But the urge was more than I could ever control.
And I succumbed to it.
I lightly trace my index finger down your cock just to see how you’d react.
Nothing.
Good. Maybe this will work.
I softly placed a light kiss upon this part of your body.
You moved. Or at least I thought you did.
I kissed it again.
I noted how your cock start to harden.
I give your cockhead a quick flick with my tongue.
I know I heard a soft moan from you.
I take you into my mouth.
You begin to stir.
I slowly move my mouth over your length feeling a sense of satisfaction that I can bring you to such hardness.
My touch is light as my fingers hold your hardening shaft.
My lips are wet as I continue to lave attention on your cock.
Shhhhhhhh. Don’t move.
I’ll do everything.
This is all for you.
My pace quickens as I sense you approaching the edge.
I suck.
I lick.
I give you all the pleasure that I can.
And you respond.
And you buck.
And you spurt inside my mouth.
Your body tensing.
I drank it all.
A moan escaped from your lips.
And within a few minutes, you are back under the spell of sleep.
Your body totally relaxed.
Your mind at ease.
I curl up beside you, placing a loving kiss upon your lips, and join you in sleep.
