The gentle pull of the brush through her hair was wonderfully soothing and she purred in pleasure.  Feeling his feather-light kisses and loving caresses drew a happy giggle from her, and his massaging fingers elicited a blissful moan.  His fingertips trailing down her sides tickled slightly and she squirmed, giving him easier access to her breasts.<br/><br/>"I love you too, my darling." she whispered in reply, snuggling up against him, showering his shoulder and neck with kisses.  "And now it's my turn..."<br/><br/>Reaching over for the brush, she rose and stroked his hair gently with the flat of her palm, smoothing it, then used her fingers to fan it out across the bed.  Working from the bottom, she began brushing it to a blue-black sheen, running her fingers through it reverently.  Reaching his scalp, she was sure to run the brush bristles across it gently, massaging it with the brush.<br/><br/>Completing her task, she straddled his back and fanned his hair aside him, giving her easier access to his shoulders and back, which she caressed with the flat of her palms, then curled her fingers and rubbed his muscles lightly, gently, completely absorbed in the feel of him beneath her.