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At some point, she stopped, she wasn't sure if it had been five minutes or thirty; she stood, again, a few drops of oil rolling down her chest and stomach almost tickling. She dipped her finger again in the oil, it was much warmer, hot now, but not to the point of painful, just pleasantly hot like a hot shower, she thought. She caressed Nick's ass with one hand as the other held the bowl of oil, and asked him to lift his hips. He did, and she poured a handful of oil onto the plastic making a small pool between his navel and his crotch. She wiped the excess off her hand onto his balls as she lifted her hand back up between his legs, separating them a bit as he moved to accomodate her. When he relaxed back down, he felt the heat of the oil along the shaft of his hard cock.
Mason told him to press against it, move his hips to thrust into the oil. He did, and as she watched, her heart racing with her excitement, she pulled a protective cover over her left index finger and dipped it into what remained of the oil, swirling it around. She also dipped her bare thumb in, wetting it thoroughly in the oil, then stroked the dripping thumb down the crack of his ass, deeply but very gently. She did this several times, until her thumb slipped between his cheeks with complete ease, then she moved her right hand to caress his balls with slippery warm fingers, as she slowly eased the covered finger into him, reaching deep to press against his prostate from inside.
She continued this intimate caress, as she encouraged him to move faster, and pressed her crotch to his leg as she did, sliding along it feeling shudders of pleasure through her. She felt lost in the sensations, knowing she could so easily twist this pleasure into pain, hurt him with the merest effort, the littlest carelessness, but the denial of her desires paradoxically made her even more aroused, she wanted him to feel only pleasure now, at her hands, in her control, she felt him tense on the edge of climax, and she bit her lip, harder than she intended, tasting her own blood, coppery and bitter salt, the taste and the movement putting her over the edge of her own climax, she cried out for him to join her and he did... they fell over the cliff together and into the sea, she slipped her finger out of the covering and left it partly in him, collapsing on top of him and wrapping her arms and legs around his body, possessively, affectionately, exhaustedly.
After another timeless time she sat up again, carefully eased the bit of material out of him, and whispered to him to roll over on his side. He did, and she lay on her side facing him, and pressed her head to his chest, listening to his heart beating. Their arms and legs tangled together and they held one another until they both decided to get up and take a shower, walking together to the bathroom attached to Mason's bedroom, hot water sluicing the oil and semen and sweat off them both.
Nick was sitting at his computer, staring at it intently, concentrating. He sensed Mason behind him, and she was staring at him with some of the same intensity. He looked at her and stood up fluidly, asking if there was something he could get for her? She nodded, asking him to get a bottle of massage oil, and meet her in her room. Then she walked away quickly.
He got the bottle out of the bathroom cabinet and walked, thoughts racing, around the interior of the large apartment through the double sized livingroom and down the hall to Mason's private bedroom. He had some idea of her desire, since almost every time she asked him there she had something intimate in mind, and he felt that zen calm over him that always came at such times. His walk was slightly more springy than his usual. As he reached the door, he hesitated, it was closed. Rather than open it, he knocked lightly.
She had candles lit, one in each corner of the room. Her skin glowed by the warm, dim light. Mason walked to Nick, taking the bottle of oil from his hand, thanking him. She poured it into a metal bowl that sat above a small blue flame. She breathed in the scent of the oil, its rich nutty aroma filling the air. She finished, then went to him again, wrapping an arm around his waist, cupping the other at the back of his head as she pulled him down into a deep kiss.
She felt breathless when she finally released him, stepping back to look at him, warmth flooding her at the sight. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs suddenly weak. She asked him in a soft voice to take off his clothes, and she curled on her side on the bed and watched avidly, every little motion arousing her. She loved the way he moved. She loved the curve of his shoulder, the tiny curls of hair on his chest, the smooth strength of the muscles and how they moved under his skin as he took off shirt, shoes, pants, underwear, socks, finally completely naked, standing with a bemused expression, his arousal evident as well. She shivered... it was uncanny to love someone as much as she loved him, desire someone as much as she desired him. She'd thought it impossible, for years...
She got up, taking a folded vinyl sheet and spreading it out on the floor in front of him. She told him to lie down on it, on his stomach. Fold your arms and put your head on them, she said, and he did, seeming comfortable enough. She looked at him for a long moment, then dipped her finger into the oil, it was warm already. She kicked off her shoes, pulled her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra and took that off too, then her skirt. Wearing nothing but panties now, she took the bowl of warmed oil, poured a small pool of it onto Nick's lower back, drizzling a bit more in swirls over his shoulderblades, then replaced it on the flame.
Mason lowered herself down on him, one arm on each side of his chest, knees resting beside his thighs, and rubbed oil into his back with her breasts, and stomach, the warmth and slippery feel of the oil and the warmth and yielding surface over smooth muscle of his back, felt so good to her that she moaned softly, bending her head to kiss the side of his neck, then biting, red flooding her thoughts for a moment as she imagined the blood pulsing through his veins, but it wouldn't do her any good anyway, she knew, and for now, that was enough, she suckled at his skin instead, pulling it deep into her mouth, knowing she was marking him, her body still moving continually, the oil soaking into both their skin, warm and slick interface betweЅ ъ ы 3 4 { | М Н M N л м U V х ц % & m n Д Е ј љ = > Ц Ч # $ h i А Б ї ј ? @ §ћљїѕѓёяэыщчхуспнлйзегбЯЭЫЩЧХУСПНЛЙЗЕГБЏЋЉЇЅЃЁ ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] 8 Ш Щ V W з и л м d e Є Ѕ ы ь / 0 s t Л М J K к л # $ j k І Ї Њ Ћ ѓ є ; < Ф Х Q R §ћљїѕѓёяэыщчхуспнлйзегбЯЭЫЩЧХУСПНЛЙЗЕГБЏЋЉЇЅЃЁ ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] 8 Њ Ћ Ќ §ћљ ] ] ] E O н § ; Ы [ p t З § D е b б ] Ђ ы 2 ` d є < § ћ љ ї ѕ ѓ ё я э ы щ ч х у с п н л й з е г б Я Э Ы Щ Ч Х У С П Н !< Ц P е b Ю ^ Є э 2 w Н ^ Ѕ ы 4 | Н N м § ћ љ ї ѕ ѓ ё я э ы щ ч х у с п н л й з е г б Я Э Ы Щ Ч Х У С П Н ! V ц & n Е љ > Ч $ i Б ј @ Щ W и м e Ѕ ь 0 t М K § ћ љ ї ѕ ѓ ё я э ы щ ч х у с п н л й з е г б Я Э Ы Щ Ч Х У С П Н !K л $ k Ї Ћ є < Х R Ћ Ќ § ћ љ ї ѕ ѓ ё я э ы щ ч х у с Ќ Ќ џџџџ џџџџ- K @ёџ Normal a " A@ђџЁ " Default Paragraph Font а џ@ ўџ џџџџ Р F Microsoft Word 6.0 Document MSWordDoc Word.Document.6 є9Вq