He gave a content little murmur, laying still under her skilled hands as she brushed his hair.  With a little smile, he relaxed until he felt like puddy as she straddled him and began to massage.  He closed his eyes, letting the sheer pleasure she felt wash over him and soak into every fiber of his being.<br/><br/>He let her linger just as long as she want, reveling in the softness of her skin against his body.  The warmth of her stomach, the firmness of her thighs against his hips, the feather light touches along his skin.  He was immersed in her love, feeling like he couldn't contain how strong and how pure his love for her was.<br/><br/>All he wanted was for her to be happy.  She was his, body and soul.  And he was hers.<br/><br/>He could remain in this place with her forever: touching, kissing, cuddling, caressing.  Every second a part of their lovemaking.  Lovemaking so deep and intense that it never really ended, it only ebbed and flowed like the tide.