He awakened on his stomach to feel her straddling him, her knees against his sides. He flinched as her wet heat made contact with his back.

Taking the oil and pouring a few drops on her hand, she rubbed her hands together, resting them on his shoulders. He knew that she could arouse him far beyond all his senses.

He immediately weakened beneath the touch of her hands as she gradually moved them out along his shoulders, kneading deeply into the muscles.

She slid them over his shoulder blades, then down his spine and up again. Putting them on the back of his head, she pushed her fingers up through his hair.

He groaned, thinking that this was all there ever needed to be.

Her breasts barely touched his skin as she leaned forward. He reached back, but she caught his hand, stopping him. Knowing that he was aroused, she shifted somewhat, making tiny featherlike circles on the middle of his back with her nipples. He twinged. She smiled and kissed his back, allowing her lips to linger.

Pouring a dab of oil onto his back, she pressed the palms of her hands against the muscles under his shoulders. Sliding off him, she continued to manipulate with her fingers, feeling him relax . Working both sides of his spine, she advanced to the small of his back...down to his butt, squeezing gently. She rubbed his thighs and calves, kissing each spot that her hands touched. Taking each foot, she massaged them firmly, paying special attention to the arches, and the instep...pinching each toe very gently.

She stopped. He held his breath, knowing there would be more. Then he felt it...a tingling sensation as she ever so lightly ran her fingertips up between his legs, to his inner thighs, scarcely touching his skin, closer...closer. For a moment she thought he had truly stopped breathing, or became completely lost in his own thoughts of the pleasure he was beginning to feel.

She prodded him lightly, and he turned over very slowly, and smirked at her. She blushed deeply. He was very ready.

He saw the twinkle in her eyes as she poured more oil onto her hands, rubbing lightly over his chest, moving up to his shoulders and neck. She kissed him; her lips parted, her tongue pressing into his warm mouth.

As she reached over to apply more pressure to the far shoulder, her breast touched his cheek, her nipple hard against it. He turned to take it into his mouth, but she retreated very quickly, snickering to herself.

She continued down his chest, her thumbs gently pressing into his skin. She added a bit more oil to her hands, smoothing it down over his hips...laughing as she watched him twitch. She came within an inch of his hardness and passed by it. Her hands gracefully glided down and then up his legs, her fingertips lightly skimmed the length of his shaft. He shuddered as her fingertips lightly traced around the head.

Encasing it in her hand, she felt him throbbing. He groaned. The oil made her hand slide easier as she began to squeeze, slowly moving it up and down. Her lips touched the tip, licking. The sweet tasting peppermint tingled on her lips. She felt the pulsing, and wanted more. His body strained against her hand, as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was a blur and his body had gone beyond all awareness as she took him into her mouth. The blood rushed past his ears as she sucked...her tongue vibrating up and down, holding him deep inside her mouth.

He pulled her onto his chest, with her legs on either side of him. Both of his hands gripped her cheeks, urging her closer to his mouth. He flicked his tongue across her hard button, then drew it in, holding it with his lips and sucking. She wiggled and muffled a moan against him as her head moved up and down. The vibration of her mouth caused him to harden more, as he pinched with his lips. She rocked back and forth, contracting against his mouth. As she squeezed her mouth tight around him, sucking, his body spasmed...his tongue flicked faster and harder. They both came in one tumultuous eruption, lapping from each other, and lost in each other.

Breathless and exhausted, they lay beside each other for the longest time before she got up and showered. While he showered, she slipped into his bed, leaving on a softly lit lamp. She snuggled under the covers, waiting for him.

He dried quickly, and crawled under the covers next to her, his hand reaching for her. She saw that look in his eyes and giggled, saying that she had something special to wear. He told her to wear it the next time, if there was one.

She knew that there would be many more.