Jim and Heather #8

“Heather,” Jim said, drawing close to her.

“Yes Jim,” Heather said softly.

“Let me give you a massage.” He said.

“I would love that,” she said.

“Go upstairs, remove your clothes and lay face down on the bed, call me when you’re ready.” He said, with gentle authority.

Without answering, she just smiled, leaned forward, kissing him long, but softly, then turned and sauntered up stairs, knowing Jim was watching her all the way.
 

A short time later Jim came upstairs, to find Heather completely stripped, lying face down on the bed.  Upon entering the room, she turned and looked at him, with the most loving smile.

“Just rest your head on your hands, close your eyes and relax.” He said.

“Think of nothing but my hands and your body, just let your mind float to every part of your body as I touch it.” he whispered in her ear.

“This is your night,” he said whispering.

Lighting a few candles and turning off the lights to set the mood, being the ever romantic, that Jim was.  (Actually, Jim tries to be romantic, but he is a little clumsy at it, though he really tries with great sincerity.)

“There is nothing else in the world right now.  Just your body and my hands.” He says whispering.
 

“Kneeling beside her, rubbing warmed oil into his hands, telling her softly that there is nothing else in the world, just his hands, and her body.  He reaches over and puts a hand on each shoulder.  He uses the heels of his hands, softly at first, semi circular motions, each one a little firmer than the last, moving up from her shoulder blades to the base of her neck.  As her muscles slowly started to relax, his hands move, with the same motion, inward and upward, towards her spine and neck, slowly, because there is nothing else in the world right now. “

Just his hands, and her body.

As he approaches her neck and the top of her shoulders, the motion changes.  Now his fingers and thumbs start gently kneading those tense muscles all along her neck.  A little firmer with each stroke, never too hard, just enough to feel each muscle and tendon.

As he feels the tension slipping away, her body is becoming electric with the excitement Jim is arousing in her, his gentle, and subtle way.  This is not the first time by any means that he has given her a massage.  These massages can end two ways.  The first scenario, so wonderfully relaxed, her so much that she can just fall asleep there in bed.  The second scenario he gives one of his sensual massages, that ends up in an all night no holds barred fucking fest, with an ever increasing escalation of pleasure as the night progresses, and quite animalistic in every regard.  It would not be the first time either or both them were sore for a few days afterward, a “good” sore.

His fingers slowly slide up the side of her neck.  His fingertips, stroking up and down, his thumbs with gentle pressure, on every upstroke, on every bone in her neck, to her hairline, his fingers stroking up and down from the side of her neck to just behind her lovely ears.

Just his hands, and her body.

Slowly his hands slide down, back to her shoulder blades, then across her shoulders and out her arms.  Kneading each and every muscle up towards his fingers, then back towards her body.  Towards her shoulders, then further, towards her spine, his thumbs applying gentle circular motions, as they travel down her spine.  His finger and the heels of his hands, drawing all of her energy towards her spine and moving it upward.  All the way down to the base of her spine, her hips, her sides, then back up the long muscles under her arms, his fingers brushing the sides of her breasts, but only the sides, teasing, taunting.  All the while Heather is screaming inside, she could tell there would be no sleep tonight, no relaxation, just countless orgasms and erotic pleasure, but all she could muster were loud moans.  Just begging him to take her.  Jim knew this, how it drove her crazy, but that was the idea.  But first, to treat his nymph to the most glorious and erotic massage she had ever encountered.   Just how long could she hold out before all of her senses were over loaded, and her inner animal takes over?  That was up to her, and he had all night, but he knew from past experience, it would not be long.

“There's nothing else in the world right now, just your body, floating in nothingness,” he whispered in her ear.

Her body, and his hands.

He sat up straighter now, slowly, brush the back of his hand down her back again to the base of her spine and he shift his position a little lower.  The back of his hand brushes lightly, very lightly over her oh so pretty ass, and down the back of her thigh to behind her knee, then down the back of her calves as he shifts himself lower still.  Never losing contact, He moved behind her now and moved both hands to her ankles, As he slide his hands under her feet, his thumbs start to apply gentle rolling pressure to the soles of her feet, deeper and deeper, never hard, only firm.  Moving slowly upward, now her ankles, now her calves.  Each and every muscle.  Moving steadily upward, moving her energy up, up towards her core.  Legs slightly spread now, his thumbs move across the backs of her knees and onward, upward. I can feel her heat now.  He plants a small kiss behind each knee, his hands kneading the muscles in the back of her thighs, still moving upward.

Her body, his hands, his lips.

He straddles her legs, never losing contact, leaving them spread slightly.  He’s not sitting on them, but now she can feel his heat through her calves, and the warmth moves upwards as do his hands.  Slow deep kneading strokes, his fingers on the outside, his thumbs in, slowly moving upwards with every stroke.  His thumbs gently brush the inside of her thigh, not quite, but almost, touching that core of fire.  Her hips are rising now, just a little, reaching out, begging his fingers to touch her.  They do, but just the slightest of touch, as they move further up to her pretty ass, Kneading, spreading, on every upstroke, her hips rise and then fall, grinding herself into the blanket in circular motions.  As his hands move down again to her upper thighs, he plants a lingering kiss of each cheek, his tongue trailing slightly upwards as his thumbs brush ever so slightly against her pussy lips,

Moving  his hot and excited body off of her now, his hand still resting on her ass.

“Roll over,” he says softly.

Through half closed eyes, she gazes into his.  As their eyes hold a long loving stare; that moment knew they had both fallen for the other.  She desired now, more than ever before to be taken by her man.  Her muse, her best friend, her security blanket.  Since young kids, not having brothers of her own, the two of them had grown up playing together.  She the ever tomboy at the time thought him as a brother, and he of her a tomboy sister, just one of the boys.  Those days of fond recollection brought both endearing memories; they knew an exciting chapter in their lives was just beginning, it’s evolution.

His hands now on each hip slowly slide down along the outside of her legs as he moves his body down hers.  First along her upper thigh, his fingers slowly and gently squeezing and releasing, just a slight rubbing motion with his thumbs, then down to just above her knees, applying the same motion.  As he moves his hands to her knees, they shift a little more under her legs, and his fingers open and close in little circles as his thumbs rub over her kneecaps.  Moving quicker now, his hands slide down her calves, gently squeezing, gently kneading as he moves his hands to her feet.

“Now we're ready,” he gently says.

He lifts her right leg and places her foot on his knee, just raising her leg slightly from the bed and spreading them apart only a little, for now.  With both hands, he started kneading the sole of her foot with his thumbs, his fingers stroking from her ankles to her toes.  Deeper and deeper, the pressure builds, not too much, but not too little.  She feels the warmth flowing upwards, getting warmer, and hotter as it reaches her thigh.  Her toes are tingling; her head is arching back, the last of the tension releasing.

There is nothing else, just this moment. Her body, and his hands.

Up and over her ankle, both his hands kneading, working against each other, discovering every muscle, every tendon, and every ounce of tension.  As he moves up her leg, he leans slightly forward.  She can feel the heat from him through the sole of her foot.  She now spreads her legs further apart now, with a will of their own, not wide, but now her thighs are clearly separated, just begging  for him.  As he reaches her knee, he bends over and lifts it to his lips, his tongue sliding from beside her kneecap and under to the other side, tracing tiny circles on the way.

Her body, his hands, his lips.

He placed her right leg to the side and moves his right hand over to her left leg. Then with both hands, he placed it on his knee and start kneading and working her sole again, then working all the muscles, all the tension, releasing it.

This time when his hands reach her knee, they continue up, now to her thigh, each hand moving, squeezing, the heels of his hands applying a kneading motion, first together, then alternating, a little higher each time.  He bends and places a kiss on her knee, but this time his tongue traces a lazy "S".  Tiny currents of electricity flow everywhere his tongue touches.  His left arm moves back to her right leg.  Her legs spread now even a little farther apart; he can feel her heat on his face now.  Both his hands on both of her legs, his thumbs inside, a gentle kneading, and spreading.  He traces another kiss along her right leg now, a little higher than the last, a little more on the inside, as his hands approach the tops of her thighs.  Her hips are arching now, her lips spreading.  He can feel her heat; her dampness.  His thumbs work their way higher yet, kneading, spreading, almost brushing against her, teasing, taunting, coming so close, yet so far away.

Once more he leans over and starts tracing another lazy "s" up her thigh, higher this time.  Now she can feel his breath against pussy, he can almost taste her desire, her great need.  Her hips raise further, her pussy lips spread wider, reaching for his lips, his tongue.  He lets only his warm breath tea se her throbbing want.

“There is nothing else in the world now,” he says gently whispering.

His lips, his tongue, her body, her heat, her need.

"But not quite just yet" he say smiling, knowing full well how much she is aching for his lips and how much his lips ached for her.

“All in good time sweetheart,” in a gentle but firm tone explained.

He moves his legs to either side of her hips, straddling her.  She can feel his heat now, and sees his need and excitement too.  Inside her smiles knowing that he is teasing her, just as much as he’s teasing himself.

“This is so fucking sexy,” she thought to herself, holding back her nearing explosion.

The backs of his hands brush up her sides, just around the outside of her breasts, over her arms to her shoulders, and then across her arms.  Gently kneading, gently squeezing, moving towards her shoulders again, across, and then just the fingertips up and down the sides of her neck and down her collarbone.  Her hair now standing on end and goose bumps abound.  Now the lightest of touches up and across her face, her cheeks, around her ear lobes and then down her neck again.  He leans forward and places a small kiss on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her chin, gently, lovingly, over her entire face.  His hands now trace gently outwards, across the top of her breasts and down their sides, just the fingertips touching, very lightly, almost like a feather and then under, spreading his fingers wide, his thumbs in, the heels of his hands resting on her rib cage.  His hands move up, applying a little more pressure, his thumbs and his fingers moving together, across the sides of her breasts and underneath, until they join, pulling her nipples ever so gently up and out, not hard, but just enough to stiffen them to attention.  His hands return to her rib cage again and repeat the same motion, over and again.  He leans forward and places a kiss directly between them.  As he leans forward she can feel him brushing against the inside of her thighs, very hot, very hard.

There is nothing else in the world. Her body, his hands, his lips, her heat, his heat.

His tongue traces a line, gently curving from the center of her chest, under and up to her nipple, finishing with a gentle sucking.  First one side then the other, over and over.  Then along the sides of her breasts, and under, then up, each time finishing with his lips pulling gently at her nipples.  He tells her how much he loves her breasts, so sensitive and tasty, just the right size for his mouth.  His tongue and his lips begin to move slowly down, his hands move back up to her breasts, squeezing, fondling, and kneading.  Crouched like this, she can feel his heat on her knees, very hot, very hard, very wanting, slipping between her legs, throbbing and moving with every stroke of his tongue.

Down and over her belly, he paints a line with small kisses; with each kiss his tongue paints a little circle, his arms at her sides, and his hands at her breasts.  Just above her belly button, his tongue.  His kisses start to move in slow circles, first a little wider and then a little smaller, dipping into her navel, flicking, and circling.  Now the circles get a little wider, a little lower, his hands slide down her sides, brushing lightly, until they reach the top of her hips.  Each time his lips move lower, his hands, kneading, pull her hips up slightly to meet them.  His breath is very hot now; she can feel it flowing over her groin.  His lips gently tickle her lower belly as the circles reach just above her pelvis.  Her back arches and small thrusting motions reach for his lips.  His chin lightly brushes her pubic area, tickling, teasing, taunting.  He knows he has her ever so close to orgasm.

There is nothing else in the world. Her body, her fire, her want, her need, his lips, his tongue.

Lower still he goes, the circles now become triangles, across her pelvis, then down the top of her thigh and then up her other thigh.  His hands move lower now, his fingers slightly behind her, under her, kneading, pulling her hips up at every stroke.  Every time his tongue slides down her thigh, her back arches, her lips reach for his. She is now very hot, and so very wet.

This time when he reaches the bottom of the triangle, his tongue flicks out, just once, his first taste, so sweet, so warm, and so wet.  His hands slide from behind and lightly brush her hips, his thumbs stroke up and then down, from her hip bones to the top of her thighs.

The triangles now become "V's". Each time when he reaches the bottom, his tongue flicks out.  Once, twice, three times, his lips on top of hers, his tongue probing, flicking, searching, and his breath hot against her.  Her body cries out for more, but he sits back, his hands stroking from the tops of her hips, now meeting inside her thighs, brushing against her lightly with each and every pass.  His right hand slides down her left leg, his left over her pubic bone, his thumb pointing down, lightly rubbing, side to side, against the top of her pussy lips, lightly touching her clitoris.  He raises his right leg and moves her left leg outside of it, spreading her legs.  Then his right hand moves up to her pubic area and his left slides down her leg.  He spreads her legs farther and moves between them.

Stretching out farther back, his hands never stopping, he lays on his stomach, his hands now slipping under her thighs.  Propped up on his elbows, his hands between her legs and under grasping her hips, his face nearly touching her, his breath, hot against her pussy.

Nothing else in the world.  Her body, her need, her heat, his breath, his lips.

His tongue traces a lazy "S" up the top of her left thigh and then inside, up her outer pussy lips just missing her clitoris.  Then over to her right leg, another "S" and up the side of her lips again, just a tiny bit closer.  He  gently blows hot air on her now open lips, a rare and beautiful flower, his tongue flicks out, very lightly at first, just barely touching her, her hips thrusting out to it, her legs spread wide.  He stretches his arms farther out under her and wraps them up and over her legs until his fingertips can just touch her lips.  He spreads them even wider.  Starting at the bottom, using the width of his tongue, he slowly licks upwards, very slowly, the tip of his tongue twitching, trying to reach in.  As he reaches the top, only the tip of his tongue remains, flicking small circles, then moving side to side, very quickly, still very lightly.  Back down, and then up around the inside of her lips, flicking at the top with each stroke, and then suddenly diving deep inside her, drinking deeply.

Moving to her clitoris again, around and around and finally taking it between his lips and sucking gently, his tongue still flicking across it's tip.  His hands pull back under her ass and lifts her to his lips, licking faster, alternating pressure and direction, up, down, all around, sometimes licking, sometimes flicking, sometimes sucking.  His hunger is vast, his lips untiring.

“I want to taste you, devour you.  I want you screaming for release and I will not be denied,” He demands.

She obliges with vigor, no further prompting is needed.  His finger enters her, turning slow circles while moving in and out, his tongue never stops, faster, slower, harder, lighter, in every direction,  The waves building in her body, mounting, small shudders, now larger.  Each wave larger than the last, until her legs tense, tightly capturing his head.  Still he would not stop until that final wave hits, and flushes through her whole body; moaning, screaming, and her legs tightening even more, his head was clasped firmly, for what seems like an eternity, hips bucking, and heaving.  Her hands grasping her breast, fingernails digging deep creating that ever so sensuous pain.  His ever vigorous licking, sucking, fingering and then her ever so complete releasing of herself into his waiting lips.  Five, no, ten minutes pass, her whole body now feels like rubber, completely relaxed.  He moves up to her side, places his arms around her and holds her close, placing small kisses on her neck and her brow.

Only inches apart, he looks at her gently, ever so lovingly in the eyes, and he says, “I may have seen a woman in my life who is considered prettier, but I’ve never seen one more beautiful.  When you laugh and your eyes look so happy, I think no matter what, I’m a success.

“I want you, I really want you Heather, and you will never be second to anything else.  Because,” He pauses.

“Because, I want you more than anything else in the whole world.”  He says ever so softly.

“I want to kiss you; I want to breathe in the air out of you.”  Whispering now in her ear.

Words she had longed to hear.  Embracing the moment, Heather now too, knew he was the one.  Sighing, then relaxing into his arms, nestling her head into his neck as she so loves to do.  They both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace, with the comforting knowledge things will never be the same again.