Henry somehow convinced his wife to go on a romantic walk to the lake and they'd watched the early sunset wrapped beneath a blanket. It was absolutely gorgeous, all the fall colors, leaves crunching beneath their steps. The autumn colors danced across the calm late, mixing with the vibrant orange and pink sky as the sun dropped beneath the water line. It was the first time they'd experienced anything at Falls Lake other than the cabin. He was somehow sure that this would be it for the sightseeing.
On the way back to the cabin she'd playfully whined that she was ready for her massage and he promptly asked her to change into her robe once they arrived back. While she changed he started the fire in the fireplace and lit candles across the room and turned on some nature songs on his iPad. He was trying to create a real spa experience for her.
"Very nice…." she purred when she emerged from the bedroom in her silk robe taking in the darkened candlelit room. .
He smiled at her and lifted the warmed blankets on the massage table for her to get under after she'd seductively let her robe fall to the floor. She laid on her stomach and he came up behind her and pinned her hair off her neck.
He folded the blankets back, so only her bottom and legs were covered and began his work. "Any areas I should pay particular attention to Mrs. McCord?" he asked her as any real masseuse would.
"Everywhere." she answered. She was already turned on by the surprise, romantic walk and now this. She wanted his hands everywhere.
Henry had to smirk. He'd make sure to get 'everywhere' alright. He began by rubbing warm oil in his hands and began working on her back and shoulders. First, he lightly massaged her skin but worked his fingers into her shoulders and neck a bit harder. It was where she carried most of her stress and he could feel her muscles were tense.
"Pressure okay?" he asked at her moan.
"Harder." she said. She knew she needed the knots rubbed out of her neck and shoulders, and Henry was amazing at that. He'd often had to work her shoulders after stressful nights and he was amazed at how much pressure she could withstand.
"You're tense sweetheart." he said as he continued to work his magic on her sore muscles until they were loose again. He applied additional oil and began to work his way down her back once her shoulders were loose. He used his fingers to trace her spine and apply gentle pressure down the center of her back, marveling at her perfect, soft skin.
"God that feels good." she moaned into her pillow
Henry smiled. He knew she would enjoy this immensely and she would be putty in his hands afterwards.
After spending time on her back he moved to her legs. Henry always believed his wife had the sexiest legs on the planet, but he somehow never got to pay them as much attention as they deserved.
He started with her cheeks, giving her glutes a gentle, but firm massage and moved to her thighs. Standing on high heels caused her leg muscles to work all day and he planned to turn her beautiful legs to jello. He moved his warm hands in long, firm strokes up her thighs, giving the same treatment to her calves. She relaxed into his touch, sighing softly, feeling all her stresses disappear.
When he was finished with her legs he lifted the warm blankets and asked her to turn over. He sat in a chair behind her head. He placed a eye a chilled eye pillow over her lids after she adjusted and began to work on her scalp giving it a thorough massage. He loved the feeling of her silky hair on his fingertips. He gently moved his fingers in circles around her temples and then moved to her shoulders, applying pressure to the fronts.
At her moan he refreshed the oil once again and paid ample attention to her arms. He'd heard her say on numerous occasions after a manicure that it was always heavenly to have her hands massaged. She told him that you would never realize the tension you hold in your hands. He applied pressure in all the right spots, up and down her arms all the way to each finger tip.
Finally he switched his position to be at her feet. He picked up her right foot and used his fingers to apply pressure on the balls of her feet. She so often complained about her high heels, and he'd gotten quite good at foot massages over the years. She sighed at his touch and he could tell she was fully relaxed, and he moved to her other foot. He also made sure roll her ankles, releasing the tension.
Next he moved his hands up the fronts of her legs, giving them similar attention as the backs, eventually working his way back to her breasts. He reached under the blankets and cupped them in his hands, squeezing and massaging gently. She gasped, caught off card at the intimate attention. Normally that part was off limits at at spa. He took it a step further once her nipples hardened and rolled them between his fingers, coating them in warm oil.
He saw her chest rise and fall quickly, indicating her relaxed state was turning into a state of arousal. He loved what he could do to her body, loved the sounds of contentment she felt from his massage. He took the opportunity to take care of the last part of her body, her center. He slipped his oiled fingers beneath the blankets, running them between her folds, feeling her wetness. She gasped loudly at the unexpected contact and lifted her hips in appreciation.
He smiled and continued his massage of her most sensitive spot, rolling her clit between his fingers, placing and releasing pleasure at all the right moments. She bit her lip as she arched toward his touch. "Henry…" she moaned.
He inserted two fingers inside her, slowly pulling them out and pushing them in, hitting her clit every time with his thumb. He curled them each time they were inside, hitting her secret spot. He continued, feeling her begin to writhe beneath him. He loved that he could do this to her with only his hands. He hadn't even kissed her.
He kept up his ministrations, increasing the pace, alternating between curling his fingers and hitting her clit before she finally tumbled over the edge, her hands gripping the edge of the table as cried out. "My god, Henry! Ohhhh!"
He smirked and rode out her pleasure with his fingers, drawing out her pleasure. When she calmed he pulled his fingers out, as he watched her toss the eye pillow away and sit up, reaching for him.
She saw him lick his fingers that were just inside her and she blushed as he pulled her into his arms as she sat on the edge of the table.
"Enjoy your massage?"
"Immensely."
"I enjoyed it too." he whispered.
"I see that." she replied, her fingers brushing against his hardness through his robe. "You know the orgasm part is usually not included in a normal spa…" she teased
"Well Mrs. McCord, you did ask me to focus on everywhere." he reminded.
He was right, she did ask. Finally he bent to kiss her softly. If she wasn't already a pile of mush from her massage, she was now. It never ceased to amaze her how incredibly turned on his gentle, wet kisses made her. She sucked in a breath and moved to deepen the kiss.
He picked her up and moved them to the couch, where their languid kisses continued. She untied his robe and it pooled around him on the sofa and his hands roamed her back. Sitting on a chair or couch was one of their favorite positions. It allowed them to be close, nuzzling, kissing and touching often. But given they lived with a house full of children, they often didn't get to enjoy this position.
They spent a great deal of time nuzzling noses and sharing soft, wet kisses while their hands roamed anywhere. She finally rose up and slide down his length, taking him deep inside her. Henry groaned and gripped her hips, helping her to rise up and down.
She set a slow pace, teasing him, extending their pleasure and their closeness. She alternated between rising up and down and circling her hips for additional stimulation.
"Baby, you need to go faster." Henry mumbled, between kisses, bucking up with every one of her movements.
She obliged and increased her pace, her breath coming out in pants as she did. Henry's eyes slipped shut and he thrust up into her each time she slid down, holding her tightly to him.
Her oil slicked body easily slid against Henry's sweaty skin and she gripped his shoulders for leverage, feeling her insides on fire as he moved deep inside her. She wasn't sure she could last, and clenched her muscles tightly around him as she moved.
"Come with me, baby." he said, opening his eyes to meet hers. She breathed deeply, kissing him as he reached for their center, pressing a finger to her clit and took her over the edge with him, spilling inside her as he called her name.
Their eyes fluttered open at the same time, briefly looking at one another, smiling as their lips met again, their tongues touching softly. "Love you." they whispered at the same time, causing another smile before their lips met again, kissing softly as their bodies calmed.
Finally, Henry urged her off of him, and she curled into the couch as he rose to push the massage table into the corner and grab her discarded robe. He donned his robe and slipped hers over her shoulders as he settled on the couch, pulling her into his arms to snuggle. She was ready with a blanket and draped it over them as they watched the fire crackle for a while.
TBC