Intimate massage session with my spouse

The day had been long and tiring, and I was in desperate need of some relief. My spouse, always the attentive partner, knew just what I needed. He gently rubbed my shoulders, his strong hands working out the knots of stress. The sensation was soothing, but it quickly turned into something more as he began to caress my back, his touches becoming more insistent. The heat between us grew, and soon we were entwined in a passionate embrace. His lips trailed down my neck, his tongue tracing a path that made me shiver with anticipation. He unzipped my pants, freeing my throbbing member from its confines. With a skill that only years of practice could perfect, he brought me to the brink of ecstasy. His hands moved in rhythm with his mouth, expertly stroking and teasing me until I could hold back no longer. Our bodies intertwined, lost in the throes of passion. The pleasure was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and begging for more. It was a night of pure, unadulterated bliss, a testament to the power of love and lust.