It's even shiny on the inside.

Glck.. Glph... Plph. The pant of your breath, before.. GlphGlphGlpGlp..

I tense.. It's about time I distract you as much as you distract me. One hand grasps the surface of your hip, and I'm tempted to flatten your legs to the mattress and sheets, sprawled and folded up as they are, as your excess energy from your pleasure trembles and quivers through your glistening thighs and tense legs. The other hand, lathered and slick, at long last, delicately strokes the underside of your erect cock, firm enough for me to feel the pulse of your body in it's underside. Slowly, I draw my fingertip up it's length, towards that sensitive tip of yours. It's your turn to tense, as your ass clenches, and your hips arch upwards towards my touch, your legs clenching, your feet pressing into the mattress.

My smile deepens, you're so terribly cute.

The finger withdraws, and it's replaced by the sloppy, wet grasp of my palm, just tight enough for you to feel the oil to squelch inbetween the creases of my fingers and the skin of your cock. I apply pressure, and my grip tightens. Up, then down, up, down, up, down and onwards. I take my other hand of your hips, and see to it that your balls get the proper coating they need, folding the skin between the gaps of my fingers, and rolling your jewels between my fingertips, the sweeping fingers lathering you good.

How your chest trembles, your lips, tongue and throat flutters around my cock.

I stroke you down again, and with a dripping thumb, smear your exposed tip with that delicate, barely-touching caress I have. Every last bit of you is to shine, and as I see it so, your body vibrates like tranquil waters blown upon by a harsh wind. The light catches in the oil, and you look beautiful. With a final coating, this time with pressure, I lean back, and with a Plop, my cock pulls free from your trembling mouth once again.

Panting, my own cock pulsing with your erosive attempts to see me climax, I look down into your eyes, as your own stares back up at me from the bed. "A shimmering gemstone... Oiled... Glimmering... I did tell you though, I was going to make every last fucking bit of you shine, outside (with a finger tracing your chest), and inside (patting your slick thigh), and there's still one last place to polish." I whisper, eyes gazing into yours.

And then, I move. Grasping you, I heave and shift, rotating you around. Your limbs sprawl and tangle in the sheets, though even as you disentangle your arms from the resulting mess, with a haphazard hand, I fling away the sheets caught up in your legs, and crawl up upon you, hovering above you. You lay there in mine shadow, feeling my heat radiating off my body, As I feel yours, interwoven with the scent of oil.

You spread your legs, oiled flesh passing out from under shadow - glimmering, as the reflective oil on your juicy thighs and claves enters into the light. I hold myself up, arms and hands planted on either side of your head, though from my wayward glance, you can tell I have the temptation to pin your gorgeous pec down beneath my hand again, to clasp the side of your face in my palm, to hold your head close as my lips desire the taste of yours. But progression requires a slight delay.

I straighten my back, and see the rest of the oil drench my cock, thick syrupy strands descending from it like drool, dampening the sheets below. Plph,Plph,Plpg,Plph,Plph, As I see it evenly distributed. "Time to make your inside shine" I whisper, as with the remaining strands of oil dripping from my fingers, I take my attention at long last to your spread ass before me. Gently, gracefully, the lowest flesh of your oiled, glistening furrow is pressed aside, as my fingers shallowly press deeper until they meet the resistance of the flesh on either side of your final gate. It is a gorgeous sight to behold, you, spread out before me, exposed, wanting, needing. ****, offered, just waiting to be taken, to be thoroughly polished. The fold of your oiled thighs, the globes of your ass, the spread furrow between them. With my fingers having purchase, I exert some strength, and part your gates, and you feel the air touching upon the interior of your sanctum, as the flesh parts, and light shines into you.

"Well, look at that, you're already shiny. But not shiny enough." I whisper.

I bring myself near, and you feel fresh oil spill and drip upon the length of your furrow. The slight pressure as it dips lower, until all is aligned. The moment is held, as my shadow falls upon you again. I stare into your eyes, seeing your own wide with anticipation. I let the pressure upon your gate build ever so slightly..

And then with a thick Sllllch, my legs clench, my hips roll, my abdomen tenses, my hands stiffen, my gaze fastens onto yours, and my cock slides home.