Need
The beauty of being with someone for a long time is knowing what they need without having to be told. I knew what she needed as soon as she walked in the door. She was late again. Work had been wearisome lately and even though she smiled when she kissed me hello I could see in her eyes that she was fatigued with stress and mental exhaustion. I poured her a glass of wine and let her tell me about her day while she ate a late supper. After she finished I told her to take a long hot shower.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her long dark hair damp and wavy, I had our bedroom softly lit with a few candles and some blues music quietly playing. She took in the scene and smiled.
“Take off your towel and lay on the bed, my love,” I told her.
I studied her for a moment- a vision, resting there on the cream duvet, pale body glowing softly in the candle light, her hair and red toenail polish the only dark contrasts in the room. Her eyes were closed, pink lips slightly parted, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She was stunning.
I started with her left foot. Pouring warm oil on my hands, I ran my thumbs up the soles using just the right amount of pressure. She sighed and sank deeper into the bed as her body started to unwind. I treated her right foot and then moved up to her calves, working the muscles, digging in deeply, and then switching to a feather light touch as I moved up to her thighs. I loved her thighs. They were flawless and smooth and I couldn’t help but place a kiss on the inside of her left leg, leaving goose bumps behind.
As I moved up her belly I could see that she was aroused. Her rosy nipples had tightened into little buds and her breathing was just a bit shallower. I added more oil to my hands and brought them under her nose so she could inhale the herbal scent and then brought them both to her breasts. I massaged them firmly, pushing them together, my hands sliding easily over her skin, up and around, and down again. When she moaned I focused on her nipples, bringing them between the V of my first and middle fingers, pinching ever so gently and then circling. She moaned again and I couldn’t help but bring my mouth to them. Dancing my fingers back down her belly, I took the hardened nub of her left breast between my lips and sucked while my right hand ran through the soft curls between her legs.
“More,” she sighed.
I moved my mouth to her other breast, tasting her sweet skin and the minty oil. My fingers slid lower, parting her, gliding along her folds and finding her swollen pearl. She was so warm and wet. Her hips lifted from the bed and began to move against my hand searching for more and I kissed up between her breasts, over to her collarbone, tracing it with my tongue and then kissing the outline of her jaw before she turned her head to find my mouth with hers. Our hot breaths mixed as our lips barely touched and we slowly swirled out tongues together. I pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning as I felt her heat and she lifted her hips for more.
I moved my fingers slowly in and out while she moved against the palm of my hand, gently at first and then faster and harder until her head pressed back into the pillow, her back arched and she came, her hazel eyes wide and watching mine, her mouth in a perfect pink “O”. I felt her squeezing me, over and over, and watched as her skin seemed to glow, even in the dim light of the candles.
Panting, she pulled my lips back to hers once again and kissed me with intent, lips sealed and tongues making long sweeps against one another. I pulled her from the bed and into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. I held her face and looked into her eyes as she took me inside of her, one aching inch at a time. She started to move and I held her in my strong arms, tightly against me, her nipples still hard and pressed to my chest. We rocked back and forth, our warm bodies flush, the scent of sex and jasmine oil all around us. She kissed my shoulder, my neck, and then sucked under my earlobe. I loved when she did that. I buried my face in her hair and let her consume me.
She eased me on to my back and adjusted her legs so she could ride me properly. I still held her close, pressed against my body, kissing her lips, tasting her tongue. As she began to move faster I gripped her ass, helping her move and spreading her wider. I lifted my hips from the bed, thrusting into her, going deeper, both of our moans getting louder and more urgent until she pressed her forehead against mine and we both came, our bodies tightening and relaxing again and again.
She went slack against me, and we lay, our hearts beating against each other’s, my fingers grazing up and down her back that was damp with a thin sheen of sweat. She kissed my chest and pressed her cheek against it, almost purring like a kitten. I stroked her hair and let her lay against me for as long as she needed. Enjoying the serenity and closeness, I realized I need it, too.
