Massage Heat

Not yet wanting the night to come to a climax, I rolled him over onto his stomach. Then I began to massage his toes, then feet, then legs, then buttocks. Straddling his bottom, I rubbed his shoulders and back. Most of the time, my hands were focused and firm on his body; but occasionally, they would stray off course and reach beneath to fondle his genitals, tickling that hollow spot in his hip area. Now and then, I leaned forward allowing him to feel my breasts brush against his back. Rolling him over, my hands and lips again explored his face, chest, and genitals. When he could lay there no longer, he lay me down and returned the massage, using his mouth and hands. Softly, gently searching out every part of me until my body ached to feel him inside. The communion, the unity was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. Never had I experienced such closeness and completeness.