His hands weave a magic spell as he works the tension from my muscles. The echoes of Enya are muffled by the sound of his breathing and gentle grunts. My body aches to be touched by him more. If my deep tissues could scream his name, I know they would.
As his fingers trail and leave my skin, my flesh begins to cool and shiver. I yearn for the relaxing heat.
I gasp as the first stone is place on my back. The heat radiates and lulls my mind back into his trance. I hear him as he whispers my name.
His fingertips glide across my skin as foreplay before the orgasm. He cups the hot stones and taste my curves leaving behind a sensual wake. I hear his moans he tries to hide behind mine, but the sex in the air hangs thick.
With each glide down my hips he inches further and further over the bump of my rear. I tingle in anticipation on the depths he dares to discover. He reminds me he will return as he places two small hot stones over the dimples before the swell of my ass.
He carefully unwraps my legs as it was the long awaited Christmas present and slightly parts my thighs. I feel the give of my flesh as he works nearer to my plump lips. My body responds to his erotic touch. Just a little higher and he could feel my beginning desire.
He leaves my leg to cool and wait as more hot stones are gathered. He smooths my hair as he passes and whispers softly into my ear… You smell delicious. I was lost in his fog of euphoria. I tell him, I taste delicious.
I hear a low Mmmm… as he walks around me.
My clit clinches and throbs with every knead of my thigh. I can feel the air stir from the closeness of his fingers.
Leaving me on the brink, he orders me to roll over. The soft brush of the sheet across my bare nipples sends bolts of electricity throughout. I find myself trembling for his touch.
Head to toe he lavishes me with lotion and stones. I reveal in the lingering over my toes. His mouth was so close I could feel him breathing and the soft brush from his beard.
My heart sank as the faint bell alarmed the end of our hour.
He helped me to the side of the bed and tucked the unruly hair behind my ears. He apologized for messing up the previous carefully curled tendrils. I assured him no apology was necessary. He was worth it.
As he fastened the clamp to my necklace, I could still feel the heat of his hands on the divit of my lower back. I closed my eyes, and legs, in search of composure. He wrapped my robe over my shoulders and then asked what he could have done more to make this experience better.
On shakey legs as I fumbled with the soft terry belt, I admitted: ice. Stones and Ice.
He gently lifts my chin forcing me to make eye contact. I can see the mirrored lust in his eyes and turtured twist of his lips. The strength of not taking the taste, savoring the seduction.
I nod weakly.
His lips curl in a wicked smile before he runs his finger aside my face… I’m free after lunch.
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