Page 34 of Married to My Master

God, he wanted to, though. But this wasn't about him, or his wants and needs. This was about her, and making the pleasure so great it sank down into her bones. With that in mind, he put a few items on the nightstand.

Soon, she was finished in the shower, and he was waiting for her with a fluffy, black bath towel. He swept her up in its folds and carefully dried her body, leaving her back a little damp for what he planned next. With her enfolded in its warm, cotton embrace, he led her out to the bedroom.

“On the bed,” he said, his voice softer, but still carrying that subtle hint of command. “Now.”

She simply nodded and climbed onto the bed, her eyes sweeping over the bottle of scented oil he'd placed on the nightstand while she was showering.

“Roll over,” he said, as he picked up the bottle.

“A massage, sir?” she asked, confused, as she rolled over on the bed.

He shushed her as he squeezed the oil into the palm of his hand, then began to lather up the rich lubricant. She groaned as he touched palms and fingers to skin and began to knead her muscles. He pressed into her back, working out the knots he found.

She winced a little, at first. “No,” she said, when he stopped. “Go ahead. It feels good.”

He smiled a bit at that, realizing it made sense from everything they'd done already, and began to work on her again. He moved lower, massaging her lower back and lumbar. She wiggled a little and spread her legs as he squirted some oil on first one cheek, then the other, and began to massage her ass.

The way her creamy body looked, the way it glistened with the oil, and the way it felt as his hands moved over her was all causing a mildly uncomfortable reaction for him. He had to pause and readjust himself as he moved lower and began massaging the insides of her thighs.

She moaned louder as he moved down to her knees and calves, her legs spread wider.

He could smell her excitement, now, and could see it glistening like dew on her sex. He rubbed each of her dainty feet, little toe to big, and the arch. She sighed and groaned as he worked her muscles and her extremities, her body increasingly more and more relaxed.

He moved back up to her thighs, and she spread her legs leisurely for him. He slipped higher, rubbing in small circles that increasingly took him closer to her sex.

Her breath seemed to come faster as she spread her legs fractionally further. She pushed back a little, dipping her sex closer to his fingers, close enough that her blonde hair brushed across the tip of his methodically moving digits.

She groaned appreciatively as he slipped inside her wetness. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of being inside her like this for the first time. First times were the most amazing part of any relationship, because you knew you could never have that first again.

He scooped up some of her moisture and slipped out of her, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed either side of her little hooded pleasure point, the pressure light, even, and predictable.

She sucked in a sharp breath and moaned louder as she pushed herself back onto his hand. “Oh, sir,” she groaned, her hands fisting the bedsheets. “Please, don't stop, sir.”

He had other things in mind, though. He took his fingers from her and flipped her over onto her back.

“What—?” she asked, but stopped as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. “Oh!” she groaned, as he pushed her thighs apart and dipped his mouth to her dripping sex.

He kissed her thigh wetly, his tongue tracing a figure-eight on her skin. Her clean skin and the scented oil mixed together, giving her a spicy, musky aroma that set his mouth to watering.

“Oh, sir,” she purred as his lips and tongue moved to her sex, kissed her lips, his tongue parting her in a long, lazy movement. She pushed herself into his mouth as he grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her for a better angle. Her hands came down, then, and moved to his hair.

He glanced up at her and swept her wrists up in one hand.

She groaned and pushed her head back into the pillow as he firmly locked both wrists together in one iron grip, keeping them away from him. She pushed herself into his mouth as his tongue found a spot to focus just above her clit, the tip of his tongue moving in perfect time as she spilled down over his lips and chin.

She tasted more wonderful than he could ever have imagined. Just like a woman should. Just like his woman should. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, and she looked back at him, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted as she panted her approach to her first climax.

“Oh, sir,” she groaned, pushing her hips into his mouth to encourage him along. “Oh, please, sir, don't stop,” she said, her voice rising to a little whine at the end that made Dane even harder.

She began to buck under his tongue, and he held her in place with one hand, his other straining to keep her thrashing arms together. She tensed and trembled under him, hips thrusting as he growled and moaned, his lips closing around her clit.

“Sir! Oh!” she moaned, her body shaking again, her abs clenching under him, and her sweet nectar filling his mouth as he went back to licking her sweet lips. She whined wordlessly, begging for him to come up to her.

He let go of her arms and crawled up between her legs. Her naked, oiled body clung to him like he was a life preserver and she a woman lost at sea. “Sir,” she groaned, her body shaking again in an aftershock “That was wonderful. Why?”

“Why what?” he asked, as he encircled her in his arms and held her close. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she gazed up at him.

“Why are you being so . . . nice?” she asked, almost breathlessly.

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