Massage

Roaming hands caress my body only leaving my insides moist
He can smell the oil that I produce
His tongue swipes from the tip of  his upper lip to meet the edge
I close my eyes and moan as my hips subconsciously rise to the occasion
His strong but loving touch makes me hot with desire
My back arches for more, and he knows this
He can see it in my eyes; he watches the flames of lust dance

The way I bite my lower lip makes him push his hands harder into my skin
I moan longingly
The sweat of anticipation makes the oil separate
He touches every inch of my tense body
Moans of 'Give Me More' lets him know how I feel about his massage
His therapy is well deserved and I'm ready to relax for him