Erotic Massage

"Oh no, love," Rory said with a smile like a crocodile with a secret. "Tonight, I'm going to make you cum your brains out with my bare hands."

Butterflies fluttered in Alex's stomach as Rory prepared her bedroom. Over the weeks and months they had been together, some of his things had moved over here...an overnight bag, an electric toothbrush, a few clothes...but as he laid out the towels, and bottles of massage oils and lotions she hadn't seen before, Alex realized that he had planned this for a while.

Which made her wonder, as she laid face-down on the thick turkish towel he had laid across the bed, what exactly Rory was going to do to her. Nervously, she fiddled with the ring on her finger, the unfamiliar weight of it. Somehow it seemed so unreal. He was going to marry her. It felt stupid to be so emotional about it—people got married every day—but it was a major shift in their relationship. It suddenly seemed so...concrete.

Alex went about the room and lit candles. On the stereo system, soft, wordless music began to play—something familiar, Classical, with an overlay of ocean sounds. He turned out the lights, so only the tiny flames gave a glow to the darkness...and then Alex felt the first drops of oil on her back, smelled the oddly herbal scent, familiar yet strange.

"I thought we'd start with some CBD oil," Rory said as his palms spread the oil over her back. "To get started. Later on, we'll try something more...exciting."

He must have felt the shiver down her spine. She imagined his smiled in the dark, though she couldn't see it...but with her head turned, she could see the dark shape of his erect prick in the dark, and licked her lips. Alex knew she had placed herself entirely into his hands...and as his strong fingers began to knead the muscles around her spine, she gave a contented sigh.

Rory worked slowly, methodically. Up her spine to her shoulders. Thumbs dug into knotty muscles. Alex closed her eyes and let the music, the smells, the sensations take her away. There was no work, no internet, no emails, no calls from her mother, no period, no calorie counting. Alone in the dark as Rory worked his way back down, along her sides now, and his fingers pressed into her hips...his thumbs pressed against the crack of her ass.

Alex's eyes shot open as something dribbled down over her sphincter. Her whole posture of relaxation shattered in a moment of pure animal panic...but as Rory began to caress her buttocks, his strong fingers squeezed into the soft bubble butt, Alex **** herself to relax once again.

For long minutes, Rory spread the oil over her ass. Alex smiled to herself. Her badonkadonk was easily her best feature. Women in her family had always been a bit pear-shaped, but while there was no exercise in the world that could give her bigger tits, she had worked diligently at her squats so that muscle and fat balanced out into one bubblicious, bouncy, jiggly beast of a butt...and Rory loved it.

Well, let him worship my ass, Alex thought, as she played with the ring on her finger.

Then a different oil was dabbled down the crack of her ass. Alex wasn't even aware of it at first. Rory had moved down to her thighs, his fingers dug into the muscles there, and she gave a soft sight as his hands came near her pussy but didn't touch it. She wondered dimly when he was going to make his move...and then she felt the itch in her bum.

An itch that quickly became a burning.

Alex blinked, not sure if this was supposed to happen. Her oiled asscheeks clenched and unclenched, but that only seemed to work the oil in deeper. Her butthole felt definitely uncomfortable now, but Rory was on her calves, and she didn't know how he would react if she moved.

Then the oil oozed, down over the tiny patch of skin that separated her asshole and her pussy...and the very bottom of Alex's vagina began to burn.

It wasn't pain, exactly. Yet it was a definite heat. Trapped as she was in this massage, it was almost ****.

Then Rory's fingers slipped down the oiled cleft of her ass, and pressed against her butthole.

"Can you feel it yet?" He asked, as he massaged her ass. His slick, oiled fingers helped to relieve the burning heat a little.

"Yes," she said, and her body quivered, the great mounds of her ass-cheeks jiggled for a moment like jumbo.

"Good. Turn over so I can do your front, now."

An order, a promise. Alex flipped over, her legs spread a little, arms stiff by her side. In the dark, she couldn't see how stiff her nipples were, but she could feel it.

Oil dripped on her thighs, her abdomen, then her breasts. Something shifted in the music...porno track moans softly began to fade in over the ocean sounds. A drop of that special oil on her clit and down her slit put her pussy on fire...but Rory didn't touch her there, at first. His strong hands stroked her thighs, thumbs gouged into her gams as they spread the CBD oil over her legs, down to her knees, her shins. She realized the method to his madness as the burning heat encompassed her pussy and ass. To bring her to the very brink of desperation.

It was working.

Alex moaned in frustrated need as his hands bypassed her burning pussy to rub the oil over her abdomen. He worked his way up to her ribs, and then her breasts...and he was rougher now, and she loved him for it as his hands engulfed her small tits. Her breath came out in **** pants, a whine built up in the back of her throat, and she couldn't not fidget now as the classical strings gave out and it was pure auditory porn as the backdrop to their erotic massage. ****, she reached out with her hand and grabbed his prick...so stiff and warm in her hand.

Maybe that was his signal that the time had come.

"On your side," he said, his voice tense with excitement. "And lift your lift...rest your heel on your knee."

She did it. Alex would have done anything at the moment. She was vaguely aware that he splashed something onto his hands, and then he knelt down, facing her crotch...and both of his slick hands pressed against her pussy and ass.

Whatever it was on his hands, at the touch the burning began to ease. His well-oiled fingers pushed into her holes almost without resistance, and Alex moaned openly as his fingers squeezed deeper inside of her. His cock, still in her hand, she stroked with a mad, **** need.

"Yes! Yes! More, fuck, deeper, it burns so much!" she moaned out loud, and her belly quivered as the excitement, the anticipation, the intense knot of tension that had been twisting tighter and tighter inside her body rose to a fever pitch...

Alex seldom came. With herself, masturbating, it was a matter of slow stimulation and the right mood. With a lover, it seldom happened. Even Rory, who was better than most, usually had to finish her off with his mouth to make her cum, and one of the things she loved about him was his willingness and eagerness to do just that, as if not making her climax constituted a personal failure on his part.

Tonight, however, the spring inside of her released with a suddenness and intensity that took Alex completely by surprise. Rory's fingers in her pussy and ass hit some twin point of pleasure that was like the bundle of dynamite that started the avalanche. Inside her body, her pussy squeezed so tight she thought she was going to break his fingers, and a burst of electrical current seemed to rip through her body. The air expelled from her lungs as her muscles contracted, her mouth opened in a wide O of surprise, and dimly she was aware of the hot splatter of Rory's jizz on her chest, the throb of his cock in her hand.

When, at last, Rory slid his hands out of her holes and picked Alex up from the bed, she was utterly limp. The burning had stopped. Her kissed her then, with infinite tenderness, on her mouth as he carried her toward the bathroom...there to other lay in a post-orgasmic daze as he washed the oils from her body, the rough washcloth to send shivers up her spine as it rubbed between her legs.

Alex's hand, with the ring, lay on the side of the tub. She played with it a little.

A lifetime together. There were far worse ways to start.