�Ahh�yes, just� yes just a little lower, there� mmm that feels so good.�
Clarisse raised her backside instinctively as her body responded to the delicious touch. She was melting beneath his experienced hands.
�Where did you learn to do this so well, I�ve had masseurs from around the world� You are by far the best.�
�Darling you say such kind things.�
He gently placed a kiss on the nape of her neck as he moved his fingers back up to her shoulders and began the process all over again. Kneading the muscles in her upper arms, stroking his index finger down her spine, she moaned beneath him and he found himself breaking into a broad grin at the sound.
They�d been married for just over a year now and it seemed they had come full circle, now she was free in front of him, no longer shy beneath his gaze, no longer ashamed to undress in front of him.
He sat back a little and gazed down at her naked form, her head on one side resting on her arms, eyes closed as she drifted blissfully. The candles were half burnt away, the room heavy with the scent of them.
The oil was warm as it touched her skin; she felt it on her thighs, quickly followed by his fingers tenderly caressing her skin mere seconds later. He certainly knew what he was doing, she felt her entire being mould into whatever shape he felt like creating, right now he could have asked anything of her and she would oblige. However, it was her birthday, and therefore her treat�
�My sister trained as a beautician, for two years she would use my brothers and I as guinea pigs. Wasn�t all bad, I learnt a few things.�
�I�d say more than a few.� She mumbled into the pillow.
He rubbed the soles of her feet, felt her tremble as he tickled and rubbed her heels with more oil.
�There we are�� he whispered, sliding down on top of her, his hands rested either side of her waist supporting the weight of his own body. His chest was bare and he felt the oil on her back teasingly stroke his skin.
�Mmm, don�t stop, I like it.�
�I can tell,� he kissed her hair. �You�re almost asleep birthday girl.�
�Not a girl so much anymore.�
�An incredibly heartbreakingly beautiful woman.�
She chuckled against her arm, peeked over her shoulder at him. �You�re far too over dressed dear.�
�I am?�
�Yes.� She reached behind him and tugged on the loose pants he wore. �I want to feel you.�
�I want to feel you too.� He breathed huskily next to her ear.
In seconds he had shifted and undressed completely, she slowly sat up, he moved behind her, legs crossed and she leant against him. His fingers wound into her hair, so very tenderly rubbing her scalp, effortlessly finding her pressure spots and sending streams of relaxation throughout her.
One of his hands slid down her arm and she reached up to fold her fingers with his.
�I love you so Joseph.� She murmured, hardly coherent.
She fell back into his arms, lying down on the luxurious bed. He leant over her, watching the happiness flit across her face, she reached for him, her hand on the back of his neck bringing his mouth down to meet with hers.
�My love�� he breathed against her lips, �you�re embedded in my soul.�
Opening her eyes she glanced up to his handsome face, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. �This has certainly been a birthday treat to remember,� she held both of his hands, spreading his fingers out as she measured their hands against the other. �And one to be repeated. Perhaps you could teach me how to repay the favour.�
�You already do.� He kissed her fingertips. �And besides the massage doesn�t end there.�
�It doesn�t?�
�Of course not��
He knew her body so well now, knew each movement and curve, how she liked to be touched, where she liked to be touched, how she would hold onto him and whisper his name. And the reverse was true for her, she had learnt over the past year just how much she really could love and pleasure her husband.
It had seemed so strange and daunting at first, surely she was too old for such behaviour but now, now she realised it was part of their relationship, her desire for him was woven into her love, her respect and admiration, her friendship and trust in him. All were connected.
His mouth was on her neck, she nipped his ear teasingly and pushed her body up to his, his warm hands cupped her breasts and she felt the sweet intoxication flow through her head, her mind reduced to a dreamlike state. One of his hands tantalisingly stroked down between her thighs and she surprised herself at the gasp that escaped her mouth.
She was never usually passive in their lovemaking and, shaking herself mentally, she raised herself up to watch his face as she took him in her hand and guided him inside her. The contact was blinding, the warmth and pleasure instant as his body pressed down against hers.
For a moment she held his gaze, feeling him throbbing deeply inside her, watching his face as he fought for control. Finally she lifted her mouth to kiss him, stroked his lips with her tongue and rotated her hips sending a spiral of ecstasy through her stomach.
Each movement was slow and sensual, the candlelight casting shadows over their bodies, the oil adding the slickness of their skin as they rose and fell together, as one.
She heard her name; it seemed like some distant voice, all she could concentrate on was the joy gradually building inside her. She turned her head and met his mouth, gripping his shoulders and raising her legs around his body as she felt herself draw closer to her climax.
He seemed to hold her there for an eternity, she would have begged for release had it not been for utter pleasure cascading through her, her legs suddenly felt heavy, her arms seemed to lose their strength and finally, finally, complete satisfaction swam into every muscle, every pore and fibre of her being. She called his name, felt the flood of heat as he too climaxed, and his body was heavy on hers, his face buried against his chest, soft kisses worshipping her skin.
As she rose from the delight, opening her eyes and resurfacing, she absently stroked his back. His arms were wrapped around her waist now, holding her to him.
�You know�� her voice sounded croaky, not at all hers. �What they say is true.�
�What might that be my love?� He lifted his face to hers.
�It gets better with age.�
�Hmmm, and practice.�
�Certainly,� she lifted her hand to his face, stroked his cheek with her palm and her thumb over his lips. �And that was some massage.�
�A massage reserved purely for you.�
�I should hope so.� She smiled and slowly eased onto her side, he moved with her and reached for the sheets to cover their bodies as she arranged the pillows.
�Should we blow the candles out?� He whispered as they lay wrapped together.
�I don�t want to move.�
�You should do it, it�s your birthday.�
�Almost over.� She quipped as she struggled to sit and knelt on the bed blowing out the candles that he had arranged earlier.
In darkness she fell back into his arms, silence descended upon the room and they settled together, content and fulfilled.
�I hope I receive this treatment every year.� Clarisse whispered into the darkness.
�I think it could be arranged.�
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