Well Oiled And Ready!
I walked through the door with a loud groan, setting my bag down on the kitchen island before making my way over to him just as he was about to stash a bag of chips into the pantry.
“Long day?” he asked, his gaze soft and knowing.
“Mhm, exhausted,” I hummed, kicking off my shoes and stepping into his arms, melting into his embrace like butter on a warm summer day.
“’m sorry, love,” he mumbled, holding me tightly between his tattooed arms, and I sighed contentedly.
“And my back hurts,” I told him, my voice slightly muffled against his soft shirt.
“Awh, why?” I could hear the frown in his voice as he pulled back slightly to look at me.
“I don’t even know,” I shrugged.
“I can give ya a massage,” he offered, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
I looked up at him, a small grin curling onto my lips. “You’d like that?” he grinned back.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“C’mon,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me up to our shared bedroom.
Once there, he let me walk in first, following close behind and closing the door with a soft click.
“Can you get undressed for me and then lie on the bed?” he asked.
I quickly threw my hair up into a high ponytail before reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, tossing it carelessly with my top. I didn’t bother taking off my shorts, instead crawling onto the bed and lying comfortably on my stomach, resting my head in my arms. A soft sigh of relief escaped me as I felt the bed dip by my feet, signaling that he was positioning himself to start the massage.
“Alright, ready, babe?” he asked, gently moving my ponytail so it sprawled across the pillows.
“Actually, wait – lemme get some lotion,” he hummed, climbing off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Seconds later, he returned with my favorite lotion in hand, getting back into position at the end of the bed. I heard him rub his hands together before feeling his warm touch on my skin, spreading the lotion over my back and shoulders. He added a little pressure, and my body melted into the mattress as the tension began to dissipate. I let out a contented sigh, enjoying the sensation.
With the lotion all rubbed in, he started on my shoulders, gently digging his fingertips into my skin. I let out a small whimper, focusing on the amazing feeling of his fingers as the tension left my shoulders, leaving me more relaxed with each passing moment.
His fingers moved to my neck, kneading the skin up and down, careful not to miss a single spot. Slowly, he worked his way down to my upper back, his touch soothing and skillful.
“Ooh, I’ll play some music,” he suggested, breaking the serene silence.
Suddenly, loud music blared from the speaker before he quickly turned it down to the perfect volume, creating a soothing ambiance that added to the relaxation. I felt his hands on my back again and mentally sighed in satisfaction. Using different techniques, he massaged all the way down my back, skillfully working out every knot. He moved down to my feet, expertly digging the pads of his thumbs into the bottom of each foot. Taking one foot between his palms, he massaged thoroughly before moving on to give the other foot the same attention. With the combination of his magical hands and the soft, relaxing music, sleepiness began to creep in. I felt myself dozing off, lulled by the rhythm of his touch.
Moving up my leg, he wrapped his hands around my calf, his thumbs pressing deeply into the skin. He gave the same treatment to my other calf before moving up to my thighs, where he kneaded deeply, releasing any knots he encountered.
He quickly slipped his fingertips past the band of my shorts and my panties, pulling them down my legs with ease. I relaxed back into my previous position, trusting his gentle hands completely.
I chuckled softly as his hands squeezed both of my cheeks gently. He focused on my left cheek first, kneading it with care before giving the right cheek the same attention. Then he moved lower, massaging the back of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my inner thigh, mere inches away from my exposed core.
His fingers were close to my center, and goosebumps rose all over my body. The side of his hand grazed my growing wetness, and I heard a quick, low grunt escape him.
He continued to massage my thighs and ass, making sure every inch was attended to.
I turned over on my back and sat up, gripping his shirt between my fingers and pulling him toward me. He grinned, pressing our lips together. His soft lips moved against mine as I ran my fingers through his brown locks.
“I saw how wet you were. Did my hands feel good?” he teased, chuckling softly as he moved his lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking gently.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall to the side, giving him easier access. He grinned against my skin before nibbling gently on the spots he knew were my favorites. Impatiently, I whimpered and grabbed his wrist, guiding it to my throbbing center.
“Here?” he breathed, placing his fingers on my clit and rubbing gently.
“Yeah,” I sighed as tension melted away, closing my eyes, “oh yeah.”
He added pressure, and I moaned. His lips pressed to my neck again, kissing all my favorite spots. Even with such a simple act, his fingers felt magical, making me feel so good. I let soft whimpers escape, encouraging him with each sound. His fingers moved south, touching my soaking entrance.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, babe,” he mumbled against my skin, spreading my wetness.
I bucked my hips into his hands, and he wasted no time, slipping in his two fingers.. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, his gaze locked on every reaction and expression I made. Curling his fingers, he hit the spot perfectly, causing my back to arch and his name to spill from my lips.
Dipping his head, he pressed rough, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, trailing them down my body. He settled between my legs, snaking his arms under my thighs and placing both hands firmly on my hips. He planted sweet kisses on my clit before wrapping his plump lips around it. The pleasure began to rise as he sucked softly. I bucked my hips up, the intensity increasing. Moans escaped my lips as I reached down, grabbing a fistful of his gorgeous locks. He hummed against my center, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. His tongue flicked rapidly across my sensitive bud, each movement eliciting more moans of approval.
I let out a loud moan, wrapping his hair around my fingers tightly. Circling my hips beneath him, I threw my head back against the pillows, overwhelmed by bliss.
He chuckled lowly, he leaned down to envelop my clit with his lips again. With his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit, I was in pure euphoria, every second drawing me closer to climax.
His rough, passionate attention to my clit drove me to a powerful orgasm, shaking my body with pleasure.
He leaned down, pressing our lips together, and let me taste my salty arousal on his tongue.
Gently, he laid his body over mine, nuzzling into my neck. I kept my arms wrapped around him, threading my fingers through his soft, tousled hair.
Ah, massage sex. It’s the ultimate combo, like peanut butter and jelly or Netflix and chill, except with a lot more oil and less risk of getting crumbs in your bed. Imagine this: you’ve had a long, grueling day, and your muscles feel tighter than a pair of skinny jeans after Diwali dinner. You’re yearning for some much-needed relaxation, but you also wouldn’t mind a bit of adult fun to spice things up. Enter massage sex, the delightful fusion of soothing rubs and steamy intimacy that promises to transform your evening into a blissful escape. Not only does it melt away your stress like butter on a hot pan, but it also brings you and your partner closer together, offering a bonding experience that is, quite literally, hands-on.
One of the greatest perks of massage sex is its magical ability to relieve stress and relax those tense muscles. The moment those fingers start working their magic, you’ll find yourself floating on a cloud of relaxation, drifting further away from your worries and closer to nirvana. Who needs a pricey spa day when you have this perfect mix of caresses and cuddles at home? It’s basically like yoga for your relationship, but without having to bend like a jalebi. or feign interest in chanting “Om.” And the best part? There’s no judgment if you fall asleep mid-session, snoring like a content baby.
Beyond mere relaxation, massage sex is a relationship superhero, swooping in to save your connection from the mundane clutches of routine. It’s like a couple’s therapy session without the awkward silences and high hourly rates. As you massage each other, you’ll find that intimacy deepens in the most delightful way. Eye contact transforms from a quick glance to an unspoken bond, laughter fills the room when you accidentally tickle each other, and meaningful conversations flow as easily as the massage oil. You might even delve into deep discussions about the mysteries of life, like why pineapples belong on pizza or whether aliens have already invaded and are living among us.
The physical benefits are nothing to scoff at, either. Massage sex improves circulation, boosts your immune system, and ensures you sleep like a log afterward. It’s practically doctor-recommended, if your doctor was more into recommending bedroom shenanigans than writing prescriptions. Plus, let’s not forget the spice factor. If your love life feels a bit like that same old spaghetti recipe you’ve been cooking for years, massage sex adds a dash of hot sauce that’s sure to reignite the fire. It’s like adding a plot twist to your favorite romance novel, except you’re both the authors and the main characters.
But how does one master the art of massage sex, you ask? Fear not, for the process is as simple as it is entertaining. Begin by setting the scene: dim the lights, light a few candles (careful not to turn your living room into a fire hazard), and play some mood-setting music – greatest hits are a classic choice. Next, choose a massage oil that delights your senses, avoiding anything that smells like your grandma’s perfume or your uncle’s motor oil. Lavender is calming, peppermint invigorates, and coconut transports you to a tropical paradise, minus the sunburn. As you start massaging, remember to keep things slow and steady, like a tortoise in a marathon. Use your hands, forearms, and even elbows if you’re feeling adventurous. Communication is key, so check in with your partner. Asking, “How’s that pressure?” is code for “Am I a massage genius or do I need more practice?”
As you transition from massage to sexy time, remember that humor is your best friend. Laughter not only makes the experience enjoyable but also serves as a lubricant (metaphorically speaking, of course) for any awkward moments. Just be sure not to overdo the oil, or you might end up slipping and sliding like you’re in a slapstick comedy. And let’s not forget the towels – more are always better than less when cleaning up post-massage fun. After all, nobody wants to reenact a scene from a slip-and-slide commercial in their bedroom.
So grab your partner, roll up your sleeves, and dive into massage sex. Who knew that a little oil and some well-placed pressure could turn an ordinary evening into a masterpiece of romance ?
