Get well soon!

The door slammed shut with a bang. Startled, I turned around and saw you there, always so sweet, but this time completely soaked from top to toe. The dripping of water from your dress and the house eaves was interrupted by a loud sneeze from you. As I set the pan down from the stove, I guessed you’d left your umbrella at work. January rains are absolute messes, and this one seemed to seep right to the bone.

“This is awful,” you sighed, as another sneeze escaped your nose.

“Come here, honey,” I began, “let’s get you out of these clothes.”

I took off your coat and dress and directed you to the bathroom to run a warm bath for you. You sat on the toilet and blew your nose while the bath oils found their way into the running water. As I unhooked your bra, your breasts sprang free and seemed to sigh at the relief. The bath was full now, and the shimmering bubbles shone in the candlelight I had lit for you. When I turned to you, you sat there with your hands between your knees, looking at me sadly.

“I think you’ve caught the bug, huh?”

I took your hand and pulled you up, slid down your black thigh-high panties, and helped you into the crackling water.

You moaned as you sank beneath the waves and let the hot water soothe your aching muscles. Seeing you were safe and relaxed, I kissed you on the forehead and went to the kitchen to make you a cup of hot chocolate. On the way, I stopped, turned on the stereo, and selected a jazz CD; I started the music. The soft moan of a saxophone drifted from the speakers and began to fill the rooms with a relaxing melody.

Branford Marsalis… “Perfect,” I thought. “Everything tonight must help you feel better.”

While the hot chocolate steamed, I added a small splash of Godiva chocolate liqueur to the cup and brought it to you. As I walked into the bathroom, you looked at me and smiled for the first time tonight. “Thanks; you always know exactly how to make my day better.”

At those words, I leaned down to you and kissed you, and then I set the cup in your hands. You brought the cup to your lips and sipped the drink. When you lowered it again, a brown smudge remained on your lip, and I smiled at the sight.

“I think I’m done, honey,” you said, trying to get out of the water. Color had begun to flow back into your skin, giving it the healthy blush of a light pink rose. Not wanting you to catch a chill, I wrapped my heavy cotton bathrobe around your shoulders. I laughed at the stray bubbles from the bath that had clung to your nipples and, after hanging there a moment, fell onto the carpet. I tied the robe around you, and we walked to the living room, where I positioned you in front of the crackling fire.

Going behind you, I began to massage your shoulders. This elicited a soft moan, almost like a contented kitten, from you. My fingers kneaded your flesh under the robe as the fire cast a warm glow on your perfect skin. You turned your head, kissed me on my cheek, and asked for one of my massages. Could never deny you anything—especially when I enjoyed it myself—so I placed a cushion on the carpet by the fireplace and laid you on your stomach.

The saxophone on the stereo hit a high note as I let the robe slide from your shoulders and draped it over your beautifully formed ass. Rubbed my palms together, partly for effect and partly to lessen the chance they’d be too cold for your warm skin. “Just right, I think,” I said, and let them descend to your waiting neck. Your skin greeted my fingers and welcomed them with its own soft warmth. My fingers worked into your neck muscles, digging deep to find the knotted flesh.

Slowly my fingers spread out over the back of your neck and under both ears, gently rubbing, working your skin, making small circles with each finger in place. Moaning with pleasure, you lifted your arms and rested your head on them, rocking it and opening your sides. Now picking up the signal, I let my hands drop to your shoulder blades, feeling the contrast of bone and firm, soft flesh at my fingertips, and then began to work on your back muscles, feeling all the knots that had formed there gently come loose.

Placing my thumbs on either side of your spine and extending my fingers to your sides, I kneaded the flesh there. Feeling your skin made me sigh too. Never had I seen such perfect skin—so supple, so willing to yield back and caress my fingers in return for their hard work. Now lower, to your lower back and the top of your ass. This is a particularly beautiful area of your body, and I let my lips descend and placed a kiss on the top of your ass. You made an approving sound back, and I gave you a playful lick across the top of your ass crack, which drew a Mmmmm from you.

I grabbed a handful of ass cheek in each palm and began to knead them. You have such a sweet ass that I spent extra time on its well-being, letting my working fingers go round and round. Quickly, the unexpected happened. I noticed that wondrous, familiar musky scent that announced your heat. Opening your legs slightly, I saw that moisture was indeed seeping from your folds. Your legs spread further, and you whispered, “Lower, honey; I need you.”

Wanting to deny you nothing that might make you feel better, my fingers walked between your legs and began to tease where your labia met your thighs. This caused your legs to snap shut quickly, trapping my hand next to your wet pussy. “Ahhh,” you panted as my trapped hand made good use of its confinement and rubbed up and down over your soft folds. With a moan, your legs opened again, and I slid a finger between your lips. Feeling your wetness and your heat, I ran my finger to the hidden pearl of your clitoris and then back to tease your anus again.

“Please fuck me,” you growled. “I need you now.”

Was not one to deny my love a wish, I opened my robe, and your hand reached back and gave my cock a stroke. “Ooohh yes, I want it.”

Still lying on your stomach, you spread yourself wide, and I slid closer. My cock opened your lips, and I let it slide up and down in your moist heat, greeting the nectar of your loins with my shaft. When I thought I was lubricated enough, I pushed slowly into your pussy.

Having none of that, you lifted your ass quickly, and I was swallowed in an instant.

“Aaaaaahh,” we both gasped immediately; to this day, I swear I’ve never felt anything like it. There’s never been a pussy that felt like yours—as if we were made for each other, two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. Quickly, you lowered your hips to the carpet and up again to meet me. You were determined to create as much heat as possible, wanted that quick orgasm. Picking up the signal, I grabbed your hips and pulled you toward me.

We moved faster, feeling the heat build, the pressure rise. Your buttocks met my thighs, my balls swung to the tempo of our thrusts. Soon I felt the contractions I knew all too well in you. Moving my hips faster, I tried to keep up with your tempo, wanted to come together with you. Our tempo reached a climax, and in a moment, I felt you pause slightly, and your inner muscles contracted, holding me.

At that moment, my body also contracted, and a stream of my hot seed burst into you. Uuuungnnngggggggg, we both gasped, our muscles trembling and our hips still making rubbing motions, milking the last of the sensation from each other.

I let you sink slowly back onto the carpet, careful not to disconnect from you. Then, rolling to your side, you pulled me to you and we embraced and kissed. Reaching down, I pulled the rumpled robes over our bodies, and we lay there, feeling the fire bake our afterglow.

“Maybe we can both call in sick tomorrow,” I said.

You just smiled and kissed me again as we both fell asleep with the crackling fire and soft jazz playing a serenade for us.