Massage

Jeremiah came into the house with a sigh of relief, rolling his neck and shoulders and dumping the contents of his pockets onto the table in the entryway. It had been a long day at work, with lots of heavy lifting and moving, and his muscles were killing him. They were protesting the hard work - he was more than capable of moving heavy objects, but he had never been particularly good with endurance, and so the length at which he had been working today was what was taking its toll on him. His muscles were inflamed, and in desperate need of rest.

His girlfriend, Sierra, smiled at him as he walked into the kitchen. "How was work today?" she asked, leaning against the table. She had been working from home that day, still wearing the thin shirt and comfy pants that she slept in, using her computer from the comfort of her own home.

"Stressful," Jeremiah replied, pouring himself a drink. "Lots of heavy moving. My shoulders are killing me."

Sierra chuckled and shut her laptop. "Would you like to massage them?" she asked.

He smiled at her and nodded. "I would love that," he replied. Without a word, she smiled at him and stood up, gesturing towards the couch.

His shirt slid off and fell to the floor as Jeremiah walked to the couch and laid down, face down. He knew that she enjoyed massaging his back, getting to feel his muscles and help him to relax them, and he also knew that she found it easier to do so if she didn't have to do it through his shirt. He felt the weight of her on him as she sat down on him, her butt on his. It was only half a second later that her hands were on his back, working away at the kinks and knots that plagued him.

He sighed and closed his eyes, letting her work away at the pain. It had been a few years now since she had first done this - she wasn't very good at the time. But with repeated practice, she had learned what to do, and what worked on him, and she had become quite proficient at relieving his tension. He loved the way her hand felt on his skin, digging in to him to push on his muscles and unwind them. Occasionally, without warning, he could feel her leaning in and kissing the skin on the back of his neck and upper shoulders, raising goosebumps and sending delightful shivers down his spine.

When she was done, she laid down on top of him, and he could feel the bare skin of her chest pressed against his back. He could feel his face flare up at the feeling. He hadn't heard her remove her shirt. The sensation sent a fire burning through him - a pleasant, wonderful fire, unlike the one that she had just spent the last several minutes pushing away.

Without a word, she nipped gently at his ear, and he could feel the smile in the way she breathed on him.

"I love you, Sierra," he whispered up at her.

She giggled and kissed his ear where she had bitten it. "I love you too."