Bedroom Fantasies
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Whisper of Pleasure — The Erotic Massage
God, I hated flying. By the time my Uber from the airport arrived home, I was so exhausted that I thought I might just collapse in a heap as soon as I got out of the car, right next to the mailbox. But as the car rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my lovely fiancé sitting on our porch swing and I knew I was going to be just fine. He hurried over to the Uber, helping the driver with my luggage while I double-checked I hadn’t left anything in the backseat. Then the Uber drove off and it was just the two of us, embracing under the fragrant flowering jasmine arch my love had planted over the front gate when we had first moved in here. The floral perfume of a jasmine cluster was one of my favourite scents in the world, and it hung heavy and sweet in the night air, enveloping us in a delectable bubble of peace and passion.
“It’s so good to see you again, Aaron,” he murmured, his face buried in my rumpled shirt collar, inhaling what remnants of my cologne were still lingering after my 17-hour flight. I could smell the bakery he owned embedded deep in his chestnut curls, mingling with the flowers above us. “How was the business trip?” he asked me as he started rolling my luggage to the front door, his other hand in mine.
“Somehow even more dull than I expected,” I chuckled ruefully. “I can’t tell you how good it is to be home.” I considered regaling him with the events over the last two weeks, from boring keynote speeches to a mix-up with the hotel breakfast, but all thoughts of corporate restructuring and the wrong eggs on toast evaporated from my mind when I saw a dozen pairs of LED flameless candles lighting a path up the stairs that led to our bedroom.
“I wanted you to come home to something special but I know you get paranoid about leaving real candles lit inside when we’re on the porch or in the garden, so I dug these out of our Christmas decorations box and put batteries in them all,” Russell said, nervously gauging my reaction.
“Oh, my sweet, silly man. You are my something special to come home to, but thank you. I love it, and I love you,” I replied, squeezing his hand affectionately. This man was so generous and thoughtful. He was my everything.
Relieved at my reaction, Russell’s face lit up, the back-and-forth flickering ‘flames’ of the faux candles acting as enhancers for his inner glow. “Well, if you love this, just wait until we get upstairs, handsome. I knew you’d be wrecked when you got home so I’ve got something special planned for you.”
Ditching our shoes and my luggage in the entrance hall, we made our way upstairs and our dark bedroom came into view. Now that we were here, Russell busied himself with lighting the real candles he’d sprinkled throughout the room and several tea lights illuminated the scene with their soft amber glow. The doona had been folded neatly on a nearby armchair and towels were laid out over the mattress. A bottle of what I assumed was sensual massage oil stood on one of the bedside tables.
“A massage?” I enquire, curious. Russell had given me plenty of shoulder rubs and neck massages in the past, and I had given him some in return, but neither person had given the other a full-body massage.
“Not just any massage, Aaron, a sensual massage,” he finished, winking at me.
“Is that like an erotic massage? What’s the difference between an erotic massage and a regular massage?” I ask him, beginning to strip off my suit.
“Well, when I give you a normal massage, it’s about soothing soreness and relieving tight muscles around your body. Erotic massage focuses on sexual arousal and pleasure, and a sensual massage can be erotic, but sensual massage is less about sexual arousal and more about the intimate aspect of touch, being present through touch. My primary goal with this massage is to make you feel good because I want to help you relax, destress, and decompress while you get back in tune with your body — I know flying really takes it out of you, hun.”
He had that right. Aside from the hugely stressful headache of dealing with airports, the dry, recycled air in the cabin always irritated my skin, and even though my work always shelled out for business class, trying to sleep in aeroplane seats just wasn’t the same as sleeping in a real bed. I was now down to just my underwear and eager to lay down, if only to take the weight off my feet, but Russell interjected.
“Those need to come off too, please.” He gestured to my boxers.
“Oh? I thought this wasn’t necessarily an erotic massage,” I teased, pulling down my boxers.
“Yeah, well…we’ll see if the first part of the massage brings you back to life enough for a little extra something. I missed you, I haven’t seen you for two weeks, y’know!” Russell blushed a little, and his rosy cheeks somehow looked even more adorable in the golden candlelight.
“Mmm, yes, we’ll just have to see, won’t we…”
I was fully naked now and lay myself face down over the towel-covered section of the bed. I closed my eyes and Russell started up a smooth R&B playlist that began playing over a nearby Bluetooth speaker. I heard him fiddling with the top of the oil bottle and rubbing his palms together. As he warmed the massage oil sensually in his hands, its comforting scent became stronger, perfuming the air with…
“Jasmine. Your favourite,” Russell whispered in my ear before giving me a peck on my upturned cheek. God, I loved this man.
The R&B singer crooned about love, lust, and everything in between in the background. I was just getting lost in the lyrics when I felt Russell’s touch, and it was indeed sensual, for lack of a better word. The instant his hot, oiled palms made contact with my skin, I felt like all the tension I’d been holding ever since I arrived at the first airport was melting away…
Those slick, strong hands of his started on my lower back, applying gentle pressure as he worked his way up towards my shoulders. I had always had tight shoulders, so he applied more pressure there, releasing the tension I carried between my shoulder blades with his thumbs, strengthened over many years of kneading dough. The pressure felt so good, so intense it almost hurt, but as the pain slowly radiated out of my body, so too did the tension.
Russell’s heavenly hands slid further up to massage my neck, moving his thumbs up and down with a slight curve, following the contours of my neck muscles with a steady ebb and flow. I felt so relaxed, torn between falling asleep and wanting to stay awake to indulge in the sensations forever, for as long as my love was willing to wash me with these tides of pleasure.
He moved over my shoulder and started on my right arm, working each muscle with a strong, slow squeeze as he moved downwards to my hands where he massaged his palm against mine and pulled on each finger with deliberate yet graceful strokes, twisting his closed fist around my fingers one by one. He did the same process on my other side, and by the time Russ had returned his hands to my back, I was deeply relaxed, and could feel myself getting hard against the mattress as my body weighed down my cock. As uncomfortable as it was, I found myself becoming excited and getting hungry for, as my love had put it, a little extra something…
Russell stopped to pump more oil into his hands, and just as he was about to resume, I wiggled my ass suggestively at him. He stopped and shifted his gaze from my butt to my face, where I returned his gaze with a playful pump pump of my eyebrows.
He grins that perfect grin of his. “I guess we’re in business then…”
He puts his hands back on my waist, moving slowly downwards beyond my lower back, past my tailbone, but just after his fingertips brush over the top of my ass cheeks, he lifts his hands and moves them all the way down to my feet. I lift my head to look back at him in surprise.
“Even though I’ve been waiting a fortnight to see you, I’ve always been the more patient of the two of us, wouldn’t you agree?” Russell says coyly, firmly rubbing the arch of one of my feet, sliding his thumbs up and down the sole, wringing out stiffness I didn’t even know was there. I hiss through my teeth, momentarily overcome by the pain emanating from my feet before Russell moves up to my calves, spending extra time kneading along the tense muscle.
“Not too long to go now, my love…” he murmurs, gliding his hands up to work on my thighs. First he works the outer sides, travelling back and forth, pressing his knuckles into the tight knots until my thighs felt like they were melting away. His hands were sliding between my legs now, kneading my left inner thigh and moving upwards at a glacial pace, teasing me, prolonging this delicious torture, making me more sensitive. It’s a good thing there was a towel down because I’m sure I was leaking like crazy by that point.
As Russell’s hand drew closer to my aching cock, tantalisingly close, he faked me out again and simply switched to the right thigh and moved back down. I tried to keep my breath steady and totally failed, which only made Russ laugh. Each move he made was meticulous and heavenly torture, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying this, and I was wide awake now.
“That can’t be comfortable for you, Aaron. Here, let me adjust you.”
And at long last, he took hold of my hard cock, scooping my hips up and pulling it out from under my stomach to lay it straight down between my legs. The shock of the sudden stimulation caught me off guard and almost sent me over the edge. As Russell adjusted me, he slid his index finger down the underside of my shaft, making it twitch eagerly in response.
“Don’t go anywhere, hun,” he said in a cheeky sing-song voice, still lightly stroking my upside-down cock as he reached for the massage oil again. Instead of squeezing it onto his palms, a few generous spurts landed on my butt, oozing down into the crevice between my cheeks, a sensation that drove me absolutely wild.
He let go of my hard member and started to massage me again, now focusing on my toned, muscular ass, ensuring every inch got the attention it craved. Slowly, Russell’s thumbs crept inwards towards my entrance, lightly spreading my cheeks. Soon enough, he was lightly swirling a fingertip around the outside of my anus, applying just the right amount of pressure to make my toes curl in anticipation and delight…
When Russell finally slid the first finger inside of me, it was tight, but not painful. It was as though my opening had parted to let him in like that was always where he was meant to be. He moved his finger in a circle, massaging my inner walls as he inched closer to my prostate, oh-so-slowly. Once his finger found the magic button, he seemed to brush it with such a light touch that if I hadn’t known he knew where it was, I almost would have thought he’d missed it. He slowly slid his hand back out and I couldn’t help but let out a disappointed whimper. Despite this man being my fiancé, and despite him being inside of me mere moments ago, I felt oddly vulnerable with him so close, yet so far.
“Don't worry, Aaron. I'm not done yet." Russell adds a little more oil and now works two fingers inside me, dancing lightly over my sensitive prostate as a pair, working their magic on me from within. I breathed a deep sigh of relief as waves of pleasure flowed through me, each wave deeper and stronger than the last, like low tide at the beach slowly gaining momentum throughout the night. He increased the stroking pressure and speed in almost imperceptible amounts, then took my cock into his other hand and held it firmly, not stroking, just supporting its weight as I leaked precum all over him.
The prostate massage was still warming up slowly, but it was quickly picking up speed. My breath was coming out in short gasps as Russ’ fingers masterfully manoeuvred me towards the explosive release of an orgasm. This time, he let me get so close I could almost taste the release. I was teetering on the edge and my gasps were turning into moans. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and we’d had some damn good sex over the years.
I could hear the smile in Russell’s voice. “Oh yeah? What’s that? You want me to take you higher, babe?”
I never begged, but for this man, I would beg. I would do anything for this man. “Yes, please, I want you to make me cum so bad, please, Russ!”
“Who said anything about making you cum?” His voice was practically dripping with glee.
Oh, that beautiful bastard.
I lost count of how many near misses Russell expertly navigated me past. Each time, he brought me so close to the brink of bliss, but stepped back right at the last possible second, edging me endlessly, until at long last…
“Okay, you’ve been patient enough. Get ready for the real thing, honey!"
And with that, this erotic massage had become a perfect, feverish flurry of prostate pleasure, and the immense, built-up orgasm approached like a tidal wave. As it began to crash down on me, I moaned louder than ever, bucking my hips and thrusting my cock in and out of Russell’s still-clenched hand, pulse after pulse of ecstasy leaving my body in a hot, sticky torrent. Russ kept his hand inside me, slowing his movements but increasing the pressure as I finished to milk even more sensation from me.
As the aftershocks swept through me, Russell switched to lightly rubbing my back as I came back down to earth. "Holy fuck,” I panted. “That was incredible. We gotta do this erotic massage thing more often, Russ. I want you to feel what I just felt.”
He just smiled and said, “Welcome home, honey.”
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