"Lay on the bed facedown."
I do as he says and lay on the feathers and petals. I hear him rustling behind me and turn to watch him over my shoulder. James in a designer suit is heart-stopping, but James naked is ovary combusting. He's a big man all over, strapping and brawny. He's not cut with definition, but it's clear he has it and that he's strong enough to hold both of us up.
James picks up one of the many candles in the room and climbs onto the bed. He straddles my legs. His heavy, thick cock grazes the back of my thighs.
"This is going to be hot for a second, but it won't hurt you." James blows out the flame. "The wax turns into massage oil."
"Are all the candles like that?"
"Yes."
I nod in eager excitement and wait. Hot oil is drizzled down my spine and I hiss and fist the sheets, my hips rising back of their own accord. It doesn't last long, just long enough to spread a soothing warmth over me.
"Does it hurt?" James stops pouring.
"No, not at all. I just didn't know what to expect the first time. It feels good actually."
"I wish you could see yourself like this," he whispers, then places the candle down on the bed and begins to massage my back. "You look… I have no words." Fingers spread out, he applies pressure and glides up my back to my neck. He gives my shoulders a good squeeze before moving back down. The tips of his fingers browse the sides of my breasts, over my ribs, to my lower back.
"Oh, wow." I nearly purr, my hips moving again. My toes curl. "James, this feels incredible."
"I'm going to do your entire body."
He applies more oil to my back, then moves down to my ass and pours some on it. Wide hands palm my cheeks as he caresses me in slow circles. He takes his time, dragging his thumb from my pussy, up the inside of my ass, before moving in an outward circle and repeating the motion.
"Can I do you next?" Fuck. I can barely speak.
"Another time. This is for you, sweetheart."
After he does my entire back side down to my ankles, the desire hovering above my tingling skin makes me painfully needy for him. I hope he's ready for me soon. He had to know what a massage like this would do to me.
James turns me over and I immediately start laughing. He looks at me with a puzzled expression.
"The feathers and petals are sticking to my back," I answer his unasked question.
Laughter spreads across James's face. "I didn't prepare for that."
"You can pull them off when we're done and then we can dip in the ocean," I suggest, and his eyes light up. He likes the idea.
James takes his time and starts at my feet, making his way up my thighs. I realize the oil is scented with vanilla bean and a dark tropical smell, which only heightens my senses. I watch James as he's so careful with my body and how he applies pressure to the thicker parts of me. In the two years I've been with him, I've gained a fair amount of weight and he swears he loves it. I went up four full sizes—five, depending on where I shop. "More cushion for the pushin'" he’d said when I’d grumbled about it. I laughed.
My hips are more rounded, my thighs are a little bigger, and my ass is heavier with more bounce. Somehow my stomach has stayed flat. Most of the weight went to my boobs. I'm curvier than I was before and I've never felt so sexy in my life. James makes me love my body and feel entirely comfortable around him. I could have been born without sight and still wouldn’t need it to see what he sees. That’s the feeling he evokes from me. Sexy. Confident. Vixen.
My body is lax, my legs quivering on the edge of need as he presses and kneads my inner thighs. I lift my knees and slowly open my legs to expose myself to him.
"I want you to put it on me here," I say, touching my pussy. I'm already so wet and ready for him. I dip two fingers inside. He watches as I pull them out and use my glossy desire to circle my clit. My back bows and I hiss in a breath through my teeth.
James’s blues eyes flicker with black shadows against the flames. They remind me of sapphires.
Bracing myself, I hold my breath as I watch him get another candle and blow out the flame. He returns to the bed and slowly drizzles the hot oil all over my pussy. My eyes fall closed and my head presses back into the sheets. It's a shock at first that quickly leads to an overflowing stream of decadence. My jaw falls open and I gasp as it drips into my tender folds. James makes eye contact one last time before the oil breathes warmth into me, alighting my flesh with intense sparks of desire. He rubs it in and I draw in a long breath, clenching my fists. I turn my face and the rose petals are soft as silk as they graze my cheek. My back arches in response, nipples puckering, knees falling open as wide as they can go when his fingers begin to delve carefully around my pussy. My toes dig into the mattress and a moan escapes my throat.
"James," I gasp, reaching for him. My heart is burning with fire.
He doesn't respond, just leans down to press a kiss to my stomach, then moves onto my arms.
I watch his face as he focuses on what he's doing. The lapping ocean waves outside is our only sound. It's peaceful while there's a passionate storm brewing inside between us. James is tense, his shoulders are bunched tight and his brow is creased.
Placing my hand on his bicep, I ask, "Can I pour the oil on you so you can feel what I do?" His nostrils flare and he nods with a set jaw. I look at him once more and he answers my confused look.