She sits beside Him as He lays prone on His stomach, His signal to her that it is time to serve, her cue to massage His body. She enjoys this quiet service, being able to give Him something that He enjoys and desires while simultaneously being able to take enjoyment.
She raises His shirt up, exposing His flesh. He is warm to the touch. She gazes on Him with a soft smile, taking in the sight of His bare back. Patches of fine dark hair, soft to the touch, run down along the outer sides of His back at the widest curve of His ribs and spread across the hollow of His spine just above the rise of His buttocks; He has many freckles, and a small birthmark that she leans down to kiss gently. She loves the sight of His bare skin and there is something about His back that stirs her desire.
She begins to knead her fingertips into His flesh, gentle but firm, working her way up along His spine and down along His sides. Her thumbs press down, working the muscles just alongside His spine, drawing a low contented sound from Him. Her hands play over His back, kneading, massaging, the feel of His muscles under her palms delighting her. She massages His shoulders, working her fingers into the hollows of His clavicle near the shoulder joint; He murmurs His approval of her work.
She slips down to her knees next to Him while she works, leaning close to nuzzle along His spine. Her tongue traces a line along the midline of His back, running up from His tailbone to the nape of His neck, where she places a lingering kiss. She rubs her cheeks over His skin, taking in the scent of His flesh, the warmth of His body, raining kisses over His back while her hands continue the massage. She drinks Him in with all her senses, luxuriating in His smell, His taste, His heat; there is something deeply intoxicating about Him and she wallows in it, trying to wrap the very essence of Him, His masculinity, around her as she bathes herself in His body.
His breathing deepens, turning to a gentle snore as He dozes off. The sound gives her pause before she smiles wider, closing her eyes and resting her cheek on His back. She retakes her seat beside Him, gently pulling His shirt back down but still running her hand up and down His back underneath it, a soothing gesture. It warms her heart when this happens, when her touch and affection relaxes Him to the point of slumber; while it may be brief, that she is able to soothe Him in such a way makes her feel special, needed by Him.
He wakes a few moments later and, at her request, rolls over so that she can snuggle in next to Him. She lays quiet in the circle of His arms, her head resting in the curve of His shoulder, her cheek pressed to His chest. Again, she can't help but bask in His presence; in His arms, she feels safe, whole and loved. He is her Master, her Love, and she marvels in that quiet moment just how blessed she feels to be able to lie with Him.
Such moments are precious to her.
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