GrandHarwest. Oiled Handjob
“Oiled Handjob: The Sensual Art of Slow strokes” – by erotica author Eros Cosmos
The dimly lit room was saturated with the heady scent of sandalwood and jasmine as the flickering candlelight danced off the glistening bronze oil puddled in the palm of Milena’s delicate hands. Her almond-shaped eyes locked with JD’s deep blue irises, a silent current of lust passing between them, electric and palpable.
JD lay back on the plush massage table, his toned chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, anticipatory goosebumps peppering his tanned skin. Milena climbed up, straddling his waisted, smooth nylon clad thighs caressing his as she leaned in, warm, full breasts grazing his chest, mango-scented hair brushing his face. Their lips met in an explosion of passion, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, teeth clacking. She reached down, wrapping an oily fist around his massive, pulsing erection, stroking it from base to bulging tip. JD groaned into her mouth, hips thrusting, coating Milena’s fingers in his weeping pre-cum.
“Mmmm…so hard for me already.” Milena cooed as she broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his jawline, grazing his neck, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. “Let’s get you nice and relaxed…” Popping a cork, she splashed more oil onto her hands, the warm liquid sluicing between her fingers. She enclosed his thick shaft once more, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive slit in languid circles.
Milena began a slow, sensual massage, oiled hands sliding up and down his throbbing cock with a feather-light touch, thumb rubbing over the swollen head. JD moaned deeply, back arching, his breath hitching as bolts of pleasure streaked up his spine. She increased the pressure, stroking him from root to tip, then back down again. His powerful hips bucked, trying to rut into her touch, but Milena held him firm. She maintained a torturously slow rhythm, making JD pant and writhe and whine for more.
“That’s it baby, let it all go… submitting to my touch,” Milena purred, massaging his heavy full balls in her slick palms. Her fingers played along the sensitive flesh, gently tugging and caressing his boys. JD threw his head back with a deep, resonant groan, hands fisting in her hair. She licked a trail up his chest as she rubbed his rock hard cock and balls with maddening slowness, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck…ahhh…Milena!” JD groaned, blue eyes slitted with pleasure, jaw slack. Muscles tensed, abs etched with strain as she stroked and squeezed, each pulsing vein traced by her fingertips.
Milena tightened her grip, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing into the underside. JD cried out, hips lifting off the table as she picked up speed, slicking and pumping with concentration on her handsome, heaving face. His heavy sack pulled tight and Milena knew he was seconds away.
“Yeah baby, come for me… paint my fingers with your sweet cream…” She purred rubbing faster, the obscene wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
With a guttural moan JD came hard, erupting like a geyser. Thick ropes of semen launched from his leaking slit, splattering onto Milena’s skilled hands and pumped chest. Jet after copious jet spurted as she milked him, rubbing along his twitching shaft. What seemed like gallons of pearly essence coated Milena from throat to waist. She massaged every last drop from his clenching cock, admiring her artwork with a satisfied purr.
“Goddamn.” JD croaked, voice hoarse with satiation. Milena leaned in to capture his lips once more, their slick bodies slotting together seamlessly. JD pulled back to gaze at the stunning woman cradled against his chest. A poet might say her raven locks spilled down her back like a waterfall of obsidian, her alabaster complexion glowed in the candlelight, and emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. But their bodies had climaxed the dialogue, so JD simply feathered his lips along her jaw once more.
“Until next time, handsome.” Milena purred, rising from his slick, heaving form. She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she retreated to the steamy shower, naked body painted with his essence – the symbol of their unspoken promises and carnal desire. JD reached for a clean towel with trembling hands and fell into a blissful slumber, visions of next time dancing in his mind.
THE END
