Scented Submission: Back Bliss

The scent of honeysuckle hung heavy in the air, clinging to the humid afternoon as I waited for Dan to finish up at the office. It was one of those days where the heat pressed down on you like a physical weight, but knowing he’d be home soon, dripping with sweat and eager for some attention, made it bearable. We’d been married for five years now, and one of our most cherished rituals was our shared passion for nude massages. There was something intensely intimate about surrendering completely to touch, the vulnerability and trust palpable in every caress. Dan always relished the power dynamic, enjoying the control he exerted, while I reveled in his focused pleasure.

Today, the heat felt particularly insistent, a silent invitation to indulge in our favorite pastime. As I paced the living room, already anticipating the release, he finally burst through the front door, a towel slung over his shoulder and a grin plastered across his face. “Ready for some afternoon delight?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Without a word, I moved towards him, grabbing a bottle of my favorite sandalwood-infused massage oil from the bathroom. It was thick and fragrant, clinging to my skin with a seductive warmth. As I began to coat his back, my thighs deliberately positioned over his, my pubic hair brushing lightly against his lower back, sending shivers down his spine. My hands, slick with the oil, moved with confident rhythm, applying generous amounts to his shoulders, neck, and arms. The scent filled the room, mingling with the heat, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

“You’re really going all out today,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t stop now.”

I chuckled softly, continuing my ministrations. Dan was particularly sensitive to pressure, so I increased my pace slightly, ensuring every inch of his back received ample attention. Then, he suggested something unexpected. “Actually,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “I think you should give yourself a little something too.”

Confusion flickered across my face. “What do you mean?”

“Rub some of that lovely oil on your breasts,” he urged, his eyes locked on mine with an intense gaze. “Let me feel it.”

Hesitantly, I obeyed, applying a generous amount of the sandalwood oil to my chest and breasts. The warmth spread quickly, tingling against my skin, igniting a pleasurable heat within me. As I lay flat on top of him, my breasts pressed against his back, I felt a surge of anticipation. He took his time, savoring the sensation as he continued to massage my body, the oil a silken caress against my skin. My nipples, already sensitive, began to tingle, drawing me deeper into the experience.

“Oh, yes,” he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

The next few minutes were a blur of sensation, a slow, building crescendo of pleasure. My breasts and nipples, now thoroughly coated in the fragrant oil, became incredibly sensitive, responding to his touch with an almost frantic intensity. I was edging closer to climax, but Dan’s moans, filled with desperate longing, reminded me that he was equally enthralled. It was a perfect balance of power and submission, a dance of desire and release.

As I neared the brink, Dan rolled over, revealing an impatient erection that pulsed with anticipation. Without hesitation, I lowered myself, trapping his hard member in the embrace of my oiled cleavage, licking the head with fervent urgency. Simultaneously, I rubbed my moistening pubis against his leg, sending another wave of heat through my body. The anticipation intensified, my clitoris throbbing with increasing frequency. The scent of sandalwood and sweat grew stronger, enveloping us in a cocoon of sensual pleasure.

My body tensed, muscles clenching as the moment of release drew near. With a final surge of adrenaline, I pushed my hands between my thighs, replacing Dan’s hands and focusing my attention on my clitoris. Masturbating with increased speed and intensity, I rode the wave of pleasure, determined to reach the ultimate release. The rhythmic thrusts and rhythmic movements were both stimulating and arousing.

As I continued my solo performance, Dan placed his feet on his shoulders, giving me a fantastic foot massage with his warm thumbs circling my insteps. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect complement to my own self-pleasure. My wrist speed increased as my mind focused on letting go, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. Just as I was about to explode, Dan abruptly snatched my hands away from my body and placed them on the pillow next to my head, my legs still secured over his shoulders and pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

His thick, throbbing erection was firmly embedded in my extremely receptive vagina. The shock of his intrusion momentarily disrupted my path to climax, but we quickly locked our lips together in a passionate, tongue-battering embrace. In response, my hips thrust back hard against him, propelling him deeper into my body.

The build-up was too much to bear. After ten powerful strokes, Dan’s head snapped sideways, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he pushed himself all the way in. A guttural cry escaped his lips as he succumbed to the pleasure, his body arching in ecstasy. I watched, mesmerized, as his face contorted with pure bliss, releasing a torrent of semen into me. It was an overwhelming wave of sensation, a primal release that left me gasping for breath.

He continued to thrust relentlessly, each stroke bringing him closer to the brink of oblivion. My muscles writhed in response, my pelvis shaking violently as I fought against the pleasure, desperate to maintain some semblance of control. But there was no escape. The intensity of the moment was too overwhelming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dan pulled away, exhausted but exhilarated. He extended his pleasure by teasing my breasts and neck with his hands and mouth, as the final waves of pleasure began to subside. As we drifted off into a satisfying nap, intertwined in each other's arms, the lingering scent of sandalwood and sweat filled the room, a testament to our shared passion and mutual delight. Nude massage is an excellent afternoon activity that provides an unforgettable experience. It is one of my favorite things to do with Dan.

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