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From: Horizon <every_horizon@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} Her Magic Touch (m/f; mast)
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Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2004 18:10:01 -0400
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Her Magic Touch  
By every_horizon

The bubbles were still popping on Linda's shiny skin when he walked into 
the room, her eyes closed in the flickering candlelight. Her hot bath 
had fogged the large mirror, the air hanging heavy, like a humid curtain.

He smiled at the vision of her, Linda stretched out in the long tub, 
oblivious to the world, glistening and radiant. Her long, auburn hair 
was pulled up tight, her slender fingers beneath the surface, almost 
stirring the water.

"Baby," he whispered close to her ear, Linda's eyes fluttering open. 
"Here, honey ... in my arms."

She returned his gentle smile and lifted her arms around his neck, her 
heavy lids closing again as their lips met. She let his strength lift 
her to her feet, effortlessly.

He rubbed the fluffy towel from her damp hair down to her polished toes. 
And then he scooped her off her feet and carried her naked from the 
ensuite to the bedroom, her legs dangling, head nodding back.

They had made delicious love an hour earlier, and he had eased Linda 
into the steaming bath, heading to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. 
But he knew her pleasure was not yet complete, and he wanted -- no, he 
needed -- to see that it was.

He was in soft, faded jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt as he slid up 
onto the bed, leaning into the pillows stacked against the headboard. 
She snuggled tight between his open legs, her back against the hair of 
his chest, and felt his strong hands move to her temples, rubbing in 
small, firm circles.

Linda exhaled a slow, deep sigh, fully relaxed and content. Her arms lay 
heavily at her sides; her head slumped back into his shoulder, falling 
gently to the right, her strong pulse beating steadily in her neck. He 
noticed the soft throbbing, and his mouth parted, his lightly bared 
teeth instinctively moving to this delicate skin. Was that her moan, or 
his?

Tenderly, he massaged just beneath her collarbones. But his gaze was 
fixed a little below, on Linda's soft mounds of pink-crested flesh that 
rose and fell in a gentle rhythm. Her hands moved absently, sliding over 
the bones of her hips, the left crossing the small mole that he often 
stopped to kiss as he loved her body with his lips.

Now it was his breath that grew short, as he watched her fingers move 
slowly to meet in the small patch of auburn hair that formed a carefully 
shaped V just above the lips of her fragrant pussy. How he loved to 
watch Linda stroke and comb this beautiful hair; how he loved to press 
his face into it, inhaling her as though it were the final breath he'd 
take on this earth.

He inched farther down, massaging her breasts with great care, filling 
his hands, easing his thumbs and forefingers together to squeeze her 
small areolae, her hardening nipples standing delightfully proud. 
Aroused, he rolled them between his fingers, her erect, pink buds 
responsive to his caress.

And now her own hands found their destination. The soft, velvety flesh 
yielded to her fingers, spreading open to her touch, her own womanly 
perfume blending with the scent of her bath. She was wet here still.

"Oh, baby..." he moaned, his lips still pressed to her neck. His hands 
had moved across her stomach and to her hips, where hers were not so 
very long ago, tracing small circles over the bones.

He watched Linda's two fingers part her soft lips, the middle digit of 
her other hand moving with unfailing aim to her clit, by now swollen and 
eager and demanding of her massage. She eased this finger deep into her 
pussy, to her knuckle, then brought it back gleaming, coated in the 
sweet, slick juices that no massage oil could match.

"Mmmm..." It was Linda moaning now, surrendering to her own magic. Her 
finger rubbed up and down, then in a small, light circle around her 
clit, back into her pussy, then back... over and over and over, as she 
had done so many times before.

She was leaning back harder into his chest, his teeth digging more 
sharply into her skin. He too was swept away by her pleasure, his hands 
slipping down to feel the creamy silk of her bare ass, then back up to 
her hips. As she pushed into him, he ground his hips into her, his 
erection straining for a release from his jeans that it would not have.

His thumbs rubbed back and forth through the glorious pussy hair she 
trimmed with exquisite care, knowing well his fondness for it. But Linda 
felt only hints of his teeth and his hands now, her body and her mind 
taking separate paths to the same bliss. Her pace quickened, and he 
sensed her cataclysmic end when she gasped, her legs shaking, her hips 
lifting off the bed.

Linda froze but for an instant, then crumpled back down between his 
legs, trembling, a long, deep moan from the depths of her soul escaping 
her lips in a single long syllable as he buried his face into her neck. 
Her middle finger twitched subconsciously on her clit, which ached both 
for more and to be left in peace.

He made the decision for her, lifting her hand to his mouth, sucking her 
finger, savoring her sweet nectar, tonguing it over his lips.

"Shhh, baby," he whispered to Linda, calming her in his powerful arms, 
her body rumbling like summer's thunder on the horizon. "I love you."

She remembered nothing else until she awoke in the dark, strangely and 
entirely fulfilled.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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