"Maybe we should. You do so much for me."
"I have my reasons."
He stops undressing me and shows me to the bed. I look at him with one eyebrow up, questioning.
"What?"
"No naked massage."
"I want to finish this time. If you're undressed I'll want to go for a happy ending."
"I could do with one of those."
"I want you to relax."
"I want the happy ending."
He sighs in an exaggerated manner, trying to make me think he's giving up, but I know better.
"Will you trust me, Emma?"
When he puts it that way, I feel shame at changing his plans. I do trust him, with my life. So I get into the bed, front to the mattress and try to relax as best as I can. Tristan sits next to me on the bed and rubs my lower back. His hand is warm and feels delicious against my skin.
I hear the oil bottle being open and I let myself go. When his hands are on my neck, I melt. He knows how to unwind the knots I get in the back of my head better than anyone, and then he works up and down my arms. His touch is magic to me, and I practically start floating on air.
The room is quiet, and all I hear is his deep breathing. I know this turns him on almost as much as me, and I smile to myself. My back is next, and I put my hands underneath my chin. The pressure is exactly right, and the movements are slow and steady. Much like when he fucks me in the darkness of night.
Little whimpers start to come out of me, and I try to silence them.
"Don't hold yourself back, my queen. Let those beautiful sounds out. You know I love them."
"I don't want to get you worked up if you're not up to it."
"I just want to take my time with you tonight."
He slaps my ass, and I almost jump out of bed.
"Hey, what was that about?"
"You're misbehaving."
I look behind me to see his face and try and guess what mood he's in. He seems really intense right now and I think I have to give him a break. Whatever is on his mind, he'll tell me when he's good and ready. We've gotten to a point in our relationship where we tell each other everything.
Some conversations are harder than others, however. When that happens, we give each other space to find a way to communicate what we need to when we need to. I was surprised that we are so well suited that when those conversations come, we work hard to make them happen and not hide and avoid them.
I'm so in my head that I don't realize he's already moved down to my legs and feet. I love having my feet massaged. It's an erogenous zone for me, and Tristan knows it.
"Where'd you go, right now?"
"I'm back. That's all that really matters."
He hums and keeps on working on my muscles. When he's done with that side, he taps me on the shoulder so that I turn around. I prefer this view, where I can gauge what's going on in his head. Our relationship is still so fresh, but I like that his face is very transparent. What he feels shows on his features. I'll always know what this man is thinking.
"I'm pretty close to that happy ending, lover."
Before I know it, I'm being straddled. My body is very nearly ready to receive him. He hovers above me and brushes aside a strand of hair that is on my forehead.
"I have something for you."
