She wondered about his silence as he continued to massage her. Up her arm, rubbing, kneading the oil into her skin. The scent of the oil filled the room. Then the other, going slow to make her wait for his answer all the more agonizing.<br/><br/>She listened as he started speaking about Emma.<em>"That would be spoilers I think.  Especially when her story and yours are one and the same."</em>Yes but that was not true, Emma wasn't married, didn't have attachments, surely he was just joking again about that. She closed her eyes as he kissed her gently on the cheek. He was so close and her body was in urgent need of his touch. SHe wanted more, much more after last night, and he was drawing it all out in blissful sweet longing for him.<br/><br/>She felt the oil drop on her skin, spreading slowly across her. She felt little streams drip down her body towards her sex. God it felt divine. His hands soon started their dance across her tummy, she inhaled deeply as his hands worked up further. Soon she felt him touching her breasts, cupping them, groping them softly. He made her body pulse with excitement. "Mmm Yes, oh yes," she whispered to him. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his hands, as she began to get wetter and wetter for him. He was meticulous and precise, he knew how to draw her in, make her think it was all her that wanted it. He was sly like a fox circling it's prey.  As he blew on her, she jerked up, her body hot with fire. Yes, he had her right where he wanted her now, she would refuse him nothing on this day.