Muscle Melt After Hours

The scent of lavender and pine hung heavy in the air as we stumbled back into the bedroom, the residual heat of the gym clinging to our skin. Ben, still clutching his sore shoulder, let out a groan as he collapsed onto the plush king-sized bed. “Damn, that was a workout,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion and a surprising amount of pleasure. I followed suit, letting myself sink into the mattress beside him, my own muscles aching with the lingering memory of the intense session. The Mediterranean salad, a distant, slightly disappointing appetizer, felt like a lifetime ago.

As I peeled off the remnants of my athletic wear – the light blue halter top and the dark blue yoga pants, feeling strangely exposed in the aftermath – Ben shifted slightly, his movements sending a shiver down my spine. He was undeniably attractive even in his discomfort, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead, his body glistening with sweat. The sight of his firm, dark cock, now limp and vulnerable, was a potent reminder of the earlier encounter. A familiar heat began to build within me, a slow, deliberate burn that mirrored the ache in his shoulder.

“You okay, babe?” I asked, my voice soft, laced with a hint of anticipation.

“Just peachy,” he replied, a playful smirk gracing his lips. “Think you could alleviate this agony with a little bit of expert care?”

Without hesitation, I grabbed the handheld deep massager from the closet, its sleek design a stark contrast to the rustic charm of the bedroom. The heat setting felt warm and inviting as I turned it on, its vibrations already sending a pleasant tingle through my fingertips. As I eased behind him, my legs gently encircling his waist and crossing over his hips, I felt an immediate connection, a shared understanding of pleasure and pain.

“Doing great, darlin’,” Ben murmured, his voice muffled by the mattress. “Care to join me?”

“Sure!” I responded, my voice a low purr. "Let's get this party started." As I began to wash his back and shoulders with the luffa, the scent of lavender intensified, mingling with the sweat and arousal that filled the room. The rhythmic strokes of my hands, combined with the gentle vibrations of the massager, worked their way into his tense muscles, releasing knots and knots.

“Damn! Easy darlin’!” he exclaimed, a groan of pure pleasure escaping his lips as I worked my fingers deep into the muscle fibers of his shoulder. “You’re really good at this.”

“Sorry darlin’,” I replied, my voice playful. “But you’re so tight. Relax!” With a gentle kiss to his neck, I broke the tension, allowing my fingers to continue their work. The heat setting of the massager seemed to amplify the sensation, sending waves of heat through his body.

“Isn’t that my line?” Ben said softly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Excuse me?” I replied, feigning innocence.

“The ‘relax, your so tight!’ Isn’t that my line?” He said, looking back at me with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t get it at first, then it hit me. Laughter bubbled up from my chest, escaping in a joyous burst. “Sir, get your mind out of the gutter!” we both shrieked, collapsing back against the pillows in fits of giggles.

After a few more minutes of intense massage, we both stepped out of the tub, the water now lukewarm and clinging to our skin. I grabbed us each a fluffy white towel and began to dry ourselves, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he dried himself, his beautiful, hard cock hanging limp over his meaty balls. The sight was undeniably arousing.

“Still want me to massage your shoulder with the massager?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“That sounds nice! As long as you promise not to hurt me.” Ben replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Isn’t that my line, mister?” I retorted, unable to resist the temptation to tease him.

He looked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. A sudden, overwhelming wave of lust surged through me, a primal desire to possess him completely. I crawled back into bed, pulling him close and kissing him passionately. The world outside faded away as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.

As we continued to kiss, our bodies intertwined, I felt his hand slowly slide down his trousers, placing it firmly on his hard cock. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I looked at him, my eyes locking with his, and a silent invitation passed between us.

With a gentle smile, I began to stroke his hardening cock, my fingers tracing its contours with slow, deliberate movements. The pleasure built steadily, a delicious torture that heightened my arousal. Ben groaned softly, lost in the sensation, his grip tightening on my hand.

“Want me to suck it?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Absolutely!” he replied, his voice choked with desire.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward, gently kissing the head of his cock. I licked all around the head, then down the shaft to his balls and back up again before taking the head in my mouth briefly. My fingers tightened their grip, drawing him closer, as I repeated the process, savoring every touch and sensation.

“You like it, baby? You like the way I love your hard cock?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

“You know I do! I love the way you suck cock, baby. Suck me! Suck my cock!” Ben growled, taking his hand and pushing my head back down to his hard cock. As he guided my mouth, I took him into my mouth and began to suck him, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

“Baby, it feels so good! Yes, suck it!” Ben groaned as he took his hand and pushed my head back down to his big, hard cock. With his hand guiding my head, I continued to pleasure him, my fingers working their way up and down his shaft, then over his cock head. The pleasure intensified, a wave of heat washing over me as I lost myself in the moment.

As Ben’s pleasure reached its peak, he let out a final, guttural groan, his body convulsing with release. He slipped from my grasp, a small puddle of cum glistening on his skin. I watched him for a moment, savoring the aftermath, before turning my attention back to my own arousal.

With my free hand, I rubbed my clit, intensifying the pleasure, as I continued to work my way through his throbbing cock. The heat from the massager, combined with the intense stimulation, pushed me to the brink of orgasm. It was then that Ben, noticing my struggle, took my hand and guided my fingers towards the base of his hard cock.

"Let's take this to the next level," he whispered, a wicked glint in his eyes.

As he brought his cock to his head, I eagerly embraced his invitation, my fingers wrapping around its circumference, tightening my grip as I began to slowly and deliberately stroke its length. The pleasure was almost unbearable, pushing me closer and closer to the ultimate release.

“Oh, Gina! Shit!” Ben exclaimed, unable to contain his mounting excitement. His hips began to slowly thrust upward, mirroring my own movements, as the vibrations of the massager intensified.

“How do you like it? Feel good?” I asked, my voice breathless with anticipation.

“I like it! Don’t stop!” he growled, his voice laced with urgency.

I continued to work the massager up and down his hard cock, then lightly over his balls, pushing him further and further towards the brink of ecstasy. The heat from the massager, combined with the intense stimulation, brought me to my knees, tears streaming down my face as I lost all control.

“Tell me how this feels, baby,” I managed to gasp out, my voice barely audible.

With a final, desperate push, I brought him to his head, my fingers digging deep into his cock as I began to suckle with all my might. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for air.

As Ben finally released, his body collapsing against the mattress, I collapsed beside him, our bodies intertwined, both exhausted and deeply satisfied. The scent of lavender and pine filled the air, a sweet reminder of the passionate encounter we had just shared. The “slow burn” was far from over, and we knew we would soon return to this sanctuary of pleasure, eager to reignite the flames of desire once more.

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