Day 6 - Spa indulgence

The sixth day on Maui begins with the two of you waking up with exhaustion. Your bodies are sore, skin slightly tender from the relentless Hawaiian sun and the even more relentless pace of breeding for the past five days.

Claire stretches lazily across the mattress, is wearing nothing, completely comfortable in her nakedness in your presence.

"My legs are literally like jelly today, John," she says, a tired but contented smile on her face. "After last night, I don't think I can handle a hike, or a boat, or even a walk down to the beach."

"Good," you say, sitting on the edge of the bed in your linen shorts. "Because today is a recovery day. I called the resort spa for to book a session." You gesture to some bottles of oils. "Before the real one I want to practice so I get them to send some."

Claire’s eyes light up. She slides off the bed and walks over to the small table. She picks one up. "Good stuff," she murmurs, before reaching for her phone. "Let me let Tom know how relaxed his wife is about to get."

Claire: Morning, babe! My body is completely ruined from the catamaran yesterday. My legs are so sore I can barely walk, so John ordered a private in-villa massage day. He’s heating up local kukui nut oil right now. I’m completely naked on the bed waiting for his hands. I’ll let you know if he decides to use the oil for something other than just relaxing my muscles.

She hits send, tosses the phone face-up onto the mattress, and stretches out on her stomach, burying her face into the plush pillows. "All yours, John. Do your worst."

You pour the oil into your palms, step onto the bed, straddling her thighs, and press your oiled hands against the lower small of her back.

Claire lets out a long, trembling groan as you begin to work the tension out of her muscles. Your palms slide over her skin, the oil making every movement fluid and slick. "I don't think we really need that massage later," she comments. "You're so good at this."

You work your way up her spine, your thumbs tracing the tight muscles of her shoulders, before sliding down to the heavy, full curves of her ass. You squeeze the soft flesh, kneading it deeply, your fingers glistening with the rich oil.

"Oh god, John," she whimpers into the pillow, her voice cracking with arousal. The massage isn't relaxing her; it is working her right back into a frenzy. "The oil... it feels so warm. It's making me so horny."

You slide your hands down her thighs, parting her legs wide. You pour another puddle of the warm oil directly onto her lower back, letting it trickle slowly down the center of her spine, rolling right into the tight, deep cleft of her buttocks.

Claire arches her back off the mattress with a sharp gasp as the warm liquid hits her folds. Because of the oil and her own natural heat, she is already completely drenched, her body slick and scalding to the touch.

You slide down her body, your weight settling heavily over her back. You reach around her torso, your oiled hands cupping the heavy, generous weight of her breasts from below, your thumbs rubbing over her tight, sensitive nipples. She is writhing beneath you, completely trapped by your weight, her breath coming in frantic, ragged pants.

You align yourself and drive forward from behind, burying yourself to the absolute hilt inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust.

Claire lets out a loud, echoing wail into the quiet suite, her hands clawing frantically at the headboard. The fit is unbelievably intense as the oil makes every slide completely frictionless, allowing you to penetrate deeper than ever before, hitting her pussy with a heavy, wet impact.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" she screams, her head tossing wildly."

You quicken the pace, your thrusts becoming faster, harder, the wet, sliding sounds of the oil filling the room until the final dam breaks. With a loud, ragged groan, you drive yourself as deep as physically possible, holding yourself inside her as you pump pulse after pulse of thick, hot release deep into her clutching warmth, leaving a very messy, unmistakable reminder of who owned her body today.

Twenty minutes later, the frantic energy has drained from the room. You are lying side-by-side on the tangled sheets, both of you covered in a mixture of sweat and fragrant oil, breathing heavily.

"That's why we need that real spa session," you say.