***Vanilla erotica here, hope you enjoy*** A shudder runs down the blind, rattling it against the window frame, sharp estuary air blowing in. Amy shivers, but not with cold. The breath of air shifts the scents in the room, spiced body oil (ylang ylang, orange oil, pachouli) shimmering off her nakedness, cutting through the cloying and heady taste that lingers in her mouth, enhancing the sharp sweet musk of her own juices that lingers from his kisses, mixing with bitter candle smoke. Amy is saturated with sensation. 'Lie down now'. Amy spreads out on the crisp cotton. Kneeling astride her, he reaches for a bottle from the bedside and as he whispers, 'Hope you like this', he dribbles the scented oil onto his palms, rubs to warm it, then massages it firmly into the red-flushed flesh above her breast, gripping her shoulders, flicking thumbs lightly over her vulnerable throat as his hands circle her neck. She lets out a nervous giggle but his hands slide up to her cheeks, finger tips caressing both as with her face held firm between aromatic hands he softly kisses her, then breaks away. The massage is slow and firm, starting at her toes and working up her legs, always up and outwards, feeling each muscle group, each inch of skin, lingering more with each stroke as he approaches the soft flesh of her thighs, thumbs pressing symmetrical lines from her groin, squeezing the sides of her downy mound together so that her clitoris is just so lightly stimulated - then moving on, caressing her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders - he’s kneeling astride her now - then down each arm in turn until, moving aside, he whispers 'Turn over'. - and then he carries on, back down her body now, expertly manipulating the muscles of her shoulders, her back, delicately following the line of her spine in tension releasing, still always up, out and down and then finding the tension in the muscles of her buttocks - reaching down through soft white flesh to the tension within - until he pauses, hands on her hips, kneeling aside her thighs - Then he releases her, and next he’s starting again, massaging the sole of each foot in turn with electric nerve pulses running all the way up and through her body before he moves onto each calf then her thighs, each in turn then the two together, higher and higher until with each circling movement she can feel her labia parting, opening to him, until his advancing fingers brush those trembling lips, her whole body now oil-glistening, alive with sensation. She feels light headed, the room full of spice and musk and promise, yet even as she lies there breathless, wet and ready, he seems to be holding back. He senses her reserve and kisses the nape of her neck 'Amy, I haven’t finished yet.' He reaches for the oil and settles over her. She feels his cock settle warm and hard in the cleft of her buttocks, her senses so alive she feels every pulse and twitch. And then she also feels the oil, cool at first then warmed by both their bodies running in sensual rivulets between her thighs. But he pulls away- And he starts the last phase of the massage, not using his hands this time: starting again at her feet he works his hard cock over her whole body, oil against oil, firm flesh against soft, sometimes grasping the bedhead so that he can support his bodyweight clear of her, sometimes using his hand to push his cock against her, always continually moving until her back complete he rolls her over now he neglects no patch of skin but gives special attention to her breasts, stomach, thighs, until - still astride her - his glans is sliding between her outer lips until the sensitive underside rolls across her electrified clitoris. Her thighs part to the softest touch of his hand and he settles between them. Lying over her their mouths lock together and tongues entwine, explore. He continues to slide, oiled and heavy over her clit now, not quite inside her, not quite outside either. His face lifts away a few inches, he looks at the packet of condoms ready at bedside and starts to say, ‘I should put ...’ And though she nods, at that moment her hips buck forward and she envelops him, wrapping her legs around him and locking him in so that he can hardly move but that no longer matters, they are both unaware now, lost in trembling orgasm until finally she feels him start to subside, gently, pulse by pulse but she holds him, holding his cock, his cum inside her like she will never let him go.