Get well soon!

The door slammed shut. Startled, I turned around and saw you there, beautiful as always, except this time you were soaked from head to toe. The drip from your dress and the eaves of the house was punctuated by a loud sneeze from you. Leaving the frying pan on the stove, I guessed you’d left your umbrella at work. January rains are the worst, and this one seemed to have chilled you to the bone.

"This is awful," you breathed out as another sneeze exploded from your nose.

"Close, honey," I began, "let's get those clothes off you."

I took off your coat and dress, pointed you to the bathroom, and started drawing you a hot bath. You sat on the toilet while blowing your nose and bath oils fell into the cascading water. When I unclipped your bra, your breasts sprang free and seemed to sigh with relief. The tub was already full, and the gleaming bubbles shimmered in the light of the candles I’d lit for you. When you turned to look at me, you were sitting with your hands between your knees, gazing at me sadly.

"I suppose you're having a rough time, huh?"

Taking your hand, I lifted you up, slid down your black high-thigh panties, and helped you step into the crackling bubbles.

You growled as you slid under the waves, letting the hot liquid caress your aching muscles. Seeing you secure and relaxing, I kissed your forehead and went to the kitchen to make you a cup of hot chocolate. On the way, I stopped and turned on the stereo, selected a jazz CD, and started the music. The soft croon of a saxophone emanated from the speakers and began to fill the rooms with a soothing melody.

Branford Marsalis… "Perfect," I thought. "All tonight has to be about helping you feel better."

When the hot chocolate was steaming, I put a small shot of Godiva chocolate liqueur in the cup and brought it to you. Entering the bathroom, you looked at me and smiled for the first time tonight. "Thank you; you always know how to fix my day."

With that, I leaned in and kissed you, then placed the cup in your hands. You brought the cup to your lips and sipped the drink. When you lowered it, it left a brown mark on your lip, and I smiled seeing it.

"I think I'm done, honey," you said as you began to get out of the water. The color had started to return to your skin, taking on the healthy hue of a pale rose. Not wanting you to catch a chill, I wrapped my heavy cotton robe around your shoulders. I laughed at the loose bath bubbles that had stuck to your nipples, and after hanging there a moment, fell onto the carpet. Tying the robe around you, we walked to the living room and I sat you down in front of the crackling fire.

Sitting behind you, I began to massage your shoulders. That elicited a soft moan from you, almost like a contented kitten. My fingers kneaded your flesh under the robe as the fire cast a warm glow on your perfect skin. You turned your head, kissed me on the cheek, and asked for one of my massages. Never being able to deny you anything—especially when I enjoyed it too—I placed a pillow on the rug by the fireplace and laid you down on your stomach.

The saxophone from the stereo hit a high note as I slid the robe off your shoulders and placed it over your wonderfully curved backside. I rubbed my palms together, both for the effect and to reduce the chance they’d be too cold for your warm skin. "Just right, I think," I said, and brought them down to your expectant neck. Your flesh met my fingers and received them with its own soft warmth. My fingers applied themselves to the muscles of your neck, sinking deep to find the knotted flesh.

Slowly, my fingers spread around the nape of your neck and under both ears, rubbing gently, working your skin, making small circles with each finger in place. Moaning in acceptance, you raised your arms and rested your head on them, curling up and leaving your sides open. I took the hint and moved my hands down to your shoulder blades, feeling the contrast of bone and firm, soft flesh at my fingertips, then began to work the muscles of your back, feeling all the knots that had developed there gently come undone.

Placing my thumbs on either side of your spine and spreading my fingers toward your sides, I kneaded the flesh there. Feeling your skin made me sigh too. I had never seen such perfect skin—so pliable, so willing to yield back and caress my fingers in return for their hard work. Lower I went now, toward your lower back and the top of your ass. This is a particularly beautiful area of your body, and I lowered my lips and placed a kiss on the top of your buttock. You emitted a sound of approval in return, and I gave a playful lick to the top of your cleft, which elicited a Mmmmm from you.

I grabbed a handful of cheek in each palm and began to knead them. You have such an adorable ass that I dedicated extra time to its wellbeing and passed my working fingers around it. Soon, the unexpected happened. I noticed that wonderful, familiar musky fragrance that announces your heat. Opening your legs a little, I saw that indeed the moisture was escaping from your folds. Your legs opened wider, and you whispered: "Lower, honey; I need you."

Not wanting to deny you anything that might heal you, my fingers ran between your legs and began to tickle where your outer lips met your inner thighs. This made your legs close quickly, trapping my hand against your wet pussy. "Ahhh," you gasped as my trapped hand took advantage of its confinement and rubbed up and down your soft folds. With a moan, your legs opened again, and I placed a finger inside your lips. Feeling your moisture and your heat, I slid my finger down to the hidden pearl of your clitoris and then back up to tickle your anus again.

"Please, take me," you growled. "I need you now."

Not one to deny my lover a desire, I opened my robe, and your hand reached back and gave my cock a stroke. "Ooohh yes, I want it."

Still face down, you spread yourself wide, and I moved closer. My cock parted your lips and I slid it up and down in your wet heat, feeling the nectar of your insides greet my staff. When I thought it was lubricated enough, I pushed slowly into your pussy.

Not accepting any of that, you lifted your ass quickly, and I was engulfed by you in an instant.

"Aaaaaahh," we both gasped in that moment; to this day, I swear I had never felt anything like it. There has never been a pussy that felt like yours—as if we were made for each other, two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. You quickly lowered your hips to the carpet and back up to meet me. You were determined to generate all the heat possible, wanting that quick orgasm. Understanding the hint, I grabbed your hips and pulled you toward me.

We moved faster, feeling the heat build, the pressure increase. Your buttocks slapped against my thighs, my balls swung to the tempo of our thrusts. Soon I felt the contractions I knew so well inside you. Moving my hips faster, I tried to match your rhythm, wanting to reach and cum with you. Our rhythm reached a crescendo, and in an instant, I felt you pause slightly, and your internal muscles contracted, holding me.

In that moment, my body also contracted, and a stream of my hot seed erupted inside you. Uuuungnnngggggggg, we both gasped, our muscles spasming and our hips still making grinding motions, milking the last sensation from each other.

I lowered you slowly to the carpet, careful not to disconnect from you. Then, rolling to your side, you pulled me toward you, and we embraced, then kissed. Reaching down, I pulled the rumpled robes over our bodies, and we lay there, feeling the fire bake our glow.

"Maybe we can both call in sick tomorrow," I said.

You just smiled and kissed me again as we both fell asleep with the crackling fireplace and soft jazz playing a serenade for us.