Chapter 4 Pampered

Chapter 4,

When I arrive home, candles are lit from the hallway all the way to the bathroom. We live in a one-story villa in sunny LA with its own electric, gated entrance amongst, a complex of private villas with a security guarded entrance. Debbie and her husband live in a villa here also, in our profession it's a necessity. Michael wraps me in his arms and gives me the most passionate kiss.

"I have a nice relaxing bath prepared for you baby and a pitcher of margaritas made, I'll order Mexican after our bath, sound good?"

"You are truly an amazing man baby, sounds perfect." Michael kisses me and helps undress me. We get into the hot steamy bath, and I lie back between his legs, against his chest while he massages oils on my neck, shoulders, back, arms and torso. This man is godly with his hands. He gives the best massages and can work every knot from my body.

"God babe, your whole body is in knots," Michael says, with a worried tone.

"You have no idea what it took not to punch the crap out of that man today, talk about self-restraint...I'll need to hit the dojo tomorrow after work, I got some anger of my own to work out," I explain.

"Well baby, tonight is about you, and I know just the right way to take care of you," Michael hints.

He pulls me in for a kiss, the kind of kiss that makes me starve, but not for food. I grab him tight and kiss him back, just as hungrily, sitting up in the bath so I could turn around to kiss him properly. Our tongues fight for dominance, we part only just enough to catch our breath. I kiss his neck, gently biting it. We're both achingly hard, I sit upon my hunkers and ask Michael to turn around against the wall, I need to be inside him, he's facing the wall, I start stretching his asshole using my fingers while kissing and biting his back, gently taking his balls Into my free hand, and squeezing them, working up and down his shaft, removing my fingers and inching into his hot tight ass. He puts one arm around my neck, kissing my mouth while I thrust deep and hard, increasing my speed while he fists his rock-hard cock. I'm hitting his prostate gland, I know by the noises he's making, I know his noises too well.

"That's it, baby, just like that!" he guides me. My balls are slapping against his ass as I speed up my thrusts, grunting and panting, he matches my speed while rubbing himself. We're both close, pumping into him harder, I can't hold on much longer.

"Are you there baby? I need to cum..."

"Ahhhhh I'm there, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Me too, me too," I'm panting, trying to catch my breath as

we spurt and spurt. It takes a few minutes to calm down and clean ourselves up.

"Now I'm starving for food!" I laugh.

Michael orders food while I grab our robes and the margaritas. "Couch or table?" I ask, wondering where we should eat.

"Couch, I'm not done with you yet my dear, the couch is perfect," he shouts, while hanging up the phone.

Michael finishes massaging my chest, arms, and legs. I'll massage your ass later," he grins cheekily.

The food arrives shortly after.

"Time to eat some carbs!" Michael winks. "Mmmm Soft shell tacos and margaritas, does it get any better than this?" he hums.

"Thanks, baby, I really need this, you always know how to make everything feel better"

After dinner, we continue drinking and get very tipsy. In bed, I lie on my side and Michael lay on his side in the opposite direction. We both take each other into our mouths pleasuring each other till we cum again, both deep throat and swallowing down all we have.

While Michael is a God with his hands, he is also a god with his mouth.