He helped Allara onto the table and adjusted it to the right height before carefully removing her towel. She was face-down and he saw a shiver go through her small, curvy body, but she made no protest or complaint as he took the towel.
“Easy now, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “I’m just going to rub a little oil into your skin to start with, all right?”
“All right, husband.” Her soft voice was slightly muffled by the face-rest but Brand could feel the tension in her small body when he placed one hand between her shoulder blades.
Turning to the array of bottles, all filled with different, lightly-scented oils for different parts of her body, he chose one which would warm her skin and ease the tension in the muscles beneath and poured a small amount into the palm of his hand.
Starting at the back of her neck, he began to smooth the oil up and down the length of her back in long, soothing strokes. He kept his pressure light but firm, letting her get used to his touch.
Gradually, he felt some of the tension leave her body.
“Is this…all there is to a massage, husband?” she asked hesitantly. “Just you…petting my back?”
“I’m going to pet a lot more of you before I’m done,” Brand promised her. “As long as you’re comfortable with it, sweetheart?”
He made it a question, wanting to be certain she was all right.
“I am very comfortable,” Allara assured him. Which let him know he could go on.
Moving lower, Brand got a little more oil in his hands and smoothed it over the round, curving mounds of her ass. Allara stiffened at first, but then, as he continued to rub her, she gave a little moan and relaxed under his hands.
Brand wondered what else he could do to help her relax and then it came to him. Keeping his voice low, he began to sing in the tone he knew she liked best—the one that always brought her to him when he sang it in the afternoon, when he was supposed to be working.
The effect on his bride was immediate. She moaned again and then her hips twitched up, her legs spreading as though of their own volition to show her soft little pussy.
Brand bit back a groan when he saw the soft lips of her sex opening to show her glistening inner folds. Gods, she was so beautiful, he thought, looking at the tight little button of her clit, which was increasingly visible as she thrust her hips up and down.
“Mmm, husband,” she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. “Are…are you going to massage my pussy now?”
“Do you want me to give you a pussy massage, baby?” Brand growled softly, still kneading her sweet curvy ass cheeks.
“I…I think I do,” she moaned and then she was spreading her legs even wider for him, inviting him in.
Gods! It took every ounce of self-restraint Brand had, not to lean down and bury his face between her thighs. He wanted so badly to taste the juices he could see glistening on her berry-dark folds. But it wasn’t their Tasting Week yet, he reminded himself, and Allara wasn’t expecting to feel his mouth on her. Right now was his chance to prove he could be trusted—to prove that she could open herself to him and he would treat her with tenderness as he brought her pleasure.
He poured more oil on his palm—a special kind especially for use on her sex—and then gently cupped her soft little mound. Still humming to her softly, he began to massage, stroking slowly up and down as Allara gasped and moaned.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured, still gently rubbing.
“It…it does, husband.” Her voice was high and breathless and her hips were pumping rhythmically, as though begging him for more. “It…it might feel even better if you…if you massaged inside me,” she added, sending a wave of lust straight to Brand’s aching shaft.
Touching her naked body was making him hotter than he could ever remember being, but he knew he couldn’t rush things. Gently, he parted her pussy lips a little wider and allowed his fingers to slip into her inner folds. He found her tight little clit and bracketed it with his middle and index finger. Then he began to rub again, the same, slow, up and down motion he’d been using before. And at the same time, he kept humming.
The effect on Allara was electric. She began making hot, helpless little sounds as she pumped her hips in time with his rhythm. Her toes curled and her hands fisted in the sheet over the massage table.
“Oh, husband!” she gasped. “Oh, that feels so good! I feel so…so close. I think I’m going to…going to come!”
“Come on then, baby,” Brand growled hoarsely. He knew by watching her touch herself that she could come many times in a night and he wanted to give her an orgasm right away to relax her for the rest of the massage. He kept up the steady rubbing, sliding his fingers along the sides of her sensitive little clit as she rocked against his hand, making the soft, helpless sounds of passion he liked so much.
“Husband!” she cried and then he felt her quivering all over and knew that she was coming hard.
“Gods, baby—that’s right,” he told her, his shaft throbbing under his towel. “That’s right—give it up for me and come nice and hard on my fingers.”
“Y-yes, husband!” Allara moaned. “I…I will do as you say. Oh, Gods of all Creation!”
Brand rode out her first orgasm, waiting until the quivering and moaning had stopped, before turning her over gently. Allara’s face looked soft and relaxed, all of the tension he’d seen earlier having melted away.
“Is there more to this massage then, husband?” she asked, panting a little, as Brand got more oil on his hands.
“Much more,” he assured her. “I haven’t even massaged your beautiful breasts yet, baby.”
Allara looked up at him with dreamy eyes.
“Do as you wish with me, husband,” she murmured. “I am yours.”
Her words sent a fierce rush of desire though Brand and once more he had to stop himself from kneeling to lap her soft little pussy. He couldn’t do that—not yet.
Mindful that she would need to recover a bit from her earlier orgasm, Brand began massaging the full, ripe mounds of her breasts. Allara moaned softly and arched her back, clearly offering him anything he wanted.
Gently pinching and tugging her tight nipples, Brand began to hum again. This caused her to spread her legs and begin pumping her hips once more as she moaned for him.
Brand couldn’t help admiring her gorgeous, curvy body. Gods, she was so beautiful—he couldn’t believe she was really his. Slowly he moved his big hands down her small body, rubbing and massaging until he got to her pussy again.
“Allara,” he murmured, cupping her mound and sliding one finger into her soft, wet folds to caress her clit. “I know you’re a virgin and you’ve never had a male’s shaft inside you—but have you ever been penetrated here at all—with anything?”
As he spoke, he dipped lower, circling the tiny, tight entrance to her pussy—the mouth of her sex.
“No, husband,” she murmured breathlessly. “You know it is not permitted for a woman to touch her forbidden areas. So how…how could I have been penetrated?”
She was beginning to grind her hips again, a sure sign she was ready to go for orgasm number two. The warm, feminine scent of her desire was filling his senses, making him wish again that he could taste her.