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The Massage
By JazimElena

 

 

This is my first story, I been inspired by the many ladies that post here, special thanks to Sue and Nancy, for all their help. Feedback please rachel_reynaga@hotmail.com.
Oh I don't own Antoine, too bad.

Rated R

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I felt his hands on my shoulders slowly massaging “You are tense”

I could only nod a “yes”, that delicious sensation his fingers were creating in the back of my neck. A deep erotic voice whisper in my ear “Come let me give you a proper massage”. Again no words came to my mouth.

He helped me out of my seat and walked hand in hand to the patio, the night was moonless and still warm, there were lit candles floating in the pool.

He stopped next to a lounge chair, which had a small table standing nearby with a bottle of chilled wine in a bucket of ice. It was my favorite. He poured me a glass and handed it to me, “Drink, this will help you relax”

I started sipping the wine, sweet and dry in my tongue.

His fingers move to the front on my blouse slowly undoing each button, he took the glass from my hand, so his hands could push the blouse open, caressing my shoulders down my arms until it was on the floor.

His arms circle my waist and pulled me close to his strong body, the cologne he wears combined with his own sent, how to explain the incredible feeling of being held in the arms of the most beautiful male form.

His soft warm lips over mine, nipping and lightly kissing, his hands on my back unzipped the skirt, moving it down my hips, his fingers burning where ever they touched.

Taking my dress sandals off, he stood towering over me, his hands once more on my back unhooked the bra, letting it joined the rest of the clothes. His fingers now played with the lace of my panties, pulling them down until they hit the floor.

His chocolate brown eyes roamed my body and were getting darker with desire.

His voice a whisper “Lay on your stomach” and I obeyed.

A jasmine fragrance filled the air; with lazy movements he started to spread the oil on my back, applying the right amount of pressure to reduce the tension. I close my eyes as I felt his hands up and down my arms, my hands. Moving to my back down along the spine, up my sides until his fingers brushed my breasts, my body trembled in the reaction to his touch “Shhh, relax” his hot breath on my ear only intensified the desired and need I felt for him.

Lower to my bottom, he caressed each one, taking his time, he reaches the right leg, long soft strokes, until he gets to the foot, paying attention to every nerve and muscle. I am in heaven. Moving to the left leg he repeated the treatment, long soft strokes. Gliding fingers up my leg, he stopped to tease the hot wet pool between my legs, by then I was digging my nails into the pillow savoring the pleasure of his touch.

“Turn around” his husky voice said, I did just that, he was going to get the bottle of oil again, but I wanted not only his hands on my body, I wanted all of him, I sat and pulled up the tight black T-shirt over his head, a combination of hard muscle and soft skin, my hands began exploring what my eyes were seeing, he was heavy breathing by now, I unbutton his jeans and took them down with his silk boxers, stepping out of them, he took me in his arms kissing until we could no longer breathe, lowering me back to the chair, we began caressing, kissing every part of each others body's.

He played with my breast, making me feel on fire, licking, kissing, biting and then soothing with his hot wet tongue, his hand found again my hot center, his fingers making me ache for more, “Please Antoine” and that's what he wanted to hear.

He settle between my legs, his manhood pressing against my inner tight, kissing me invading my mouth with his tongue imitating what he has going to do to my body, we moaned in to each others mouths, I tangle my hands in his hair, thick black silky curls. I felt the tip of his sex brushed against my center, and with one move he was buried deep inside me, making me explode into a million pieces, he held me tight to his body, then he started to move, that delicious friction. Shocks of electricity invaded my body, “Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes”, escaped my lips. His breath hot on my ear murmuring how good it felt to be in my warm chamber.

Suddenly he lost control of his body, thrusting harder and faster, like a run away train, and then he gave a cry of passion and poured his hot seed that immediately triggered my climax, sending my body, to the heavens. Exhausted his heavy frame fell on top of me, sweaty limbs tangled together. After a few minutes, we came back to reality, my body shivered from the night air that was getting colder. He pulled himself out of me, lifting his weight off. Moving his body so I could be on top he grabbed a blanket from a chair next to the table, he cover our body's, shielding them us from the world.

His arms rap around me held me close to him, I lifted my head to look in to his deep brown eyes, he gave me one of his melting wicked smiles “You look much better, more relaxed, maybe I will have to give you one of this massages every day when you return from work”.

I put my head in his chest, “Mmmmm I love your idea”.