As soon as you open the door and walk into the room, I reach behind you to slowly close the door, careful not to look at you. Then I grab you by the shirt and slam you up against the door. Not hard enough to injure you, of course, just with enough force to let you know things are going to happen on my schedule. I see the amusement in your eyes before reaching up and pulling your neck down to me as I kiss you deeply, slowly. Yes, I could move quickly as we're both already excited for what's coming but I'd rather take my time with you. I deepen the kiss even more for a moment and let you explore my body a bit with your hands but that's the extent of what you're entitled to now.
I pull you along as I walk backwards towards the bed and spin you around to sit you down on the edge. I straddle your lap and capture your mouth again, moaning a bit at all the contact. Before things get too heated, however, I pull away and lift your shirt over your head. You stand up so I can unbutton your pants and slide them to the ground. And then I have you lie on your stomach, making sure you're comfortable. Your comfort is of the utmost important here. I remove my clothing and remain in bra and panties so I can go about my work without any restrictions.
I climb onto the bed and kneel next to you before waking up your nerve endings by running my nails all down your back. You let out a soft sigh as I give a proper back scratch and then I settle into a massage, starting at your shoulders and working downwards very, very slowly as I locate every knot or tender spot and work there until you stop your gentle moaning. I can see all the tension leave your face and you submit to the exploration of my hands. I work down to your lower back and press firmly to work away the stress you feel there. And then I rake my nails down and around your ass and your head lifts slightly off the mattress from the current that runs through you. I massage each globe before heading down each hamstring with nails and probing fingers, down your calves which rarely get this kind of attention and finally I reach your feet where I plan to spend a few minutes working on the tender soles.
I can see how relaxed you are at this point, but I also feel the rising tension in you, the anticipation of what is to come. I ask you to turn over onto your back and let you watch me nearly naked and slightly flushed from my exertions as I start again up at your shoulders, running down each arm, down to your individual fingers, squeezing, squeezing. I run my hands down your chest and press down on your pec muscles and you twitch a little, not from pain but because you see where I'm headed. Down your stomach I go, running my hands lightly across the skin until I reach the source of your true stress at that moment. I tease you by passing by and stroke your thighs but I know you're not interested in a massage anymore. I see the visible proof of it.