[Episode 186664] [Episode 186664]None of that particularly bothered her though, as she loved him pure and simple. The feel of his hands were welcome upon her body, though she might have gone to him for a massage anyway, given that he was also being rather gentle and kind about it. All the aches in her legs were being smoothed away, and were replaced by a soft relaxation that she had no desire to fight. Every pain just drifted away from her, leaving only the sensation of floating in that time and space.
At least, that was the case until the surprise of noticing his wrists hitting the bottom of her skirt jolted her eyes to open wide. She hadn't realized just how far he was going, and for a moment there, she began to wonder about how wise this course was. It would mean allowing him to touch her in ways that she knew would affect her, and that knowledge made her uncertain.
But then she glanced over her shoulder at Keitaro's own expression of worry, and realized that fighting herself might cause trouble for the two of them. Besides, it wasn't like she hadn't already stated her intention to be intimate with him by becoming his bride. Smiling at her own knee jerk reaction, she settled back down, and waited for him to get moving again.
"What's the hold up?" she asked, her voice holding only a mockery of real annoyance.
Keitaro's gulp of uncertainty was actually audible. "You know, I have to touch...."
"They're part of my legs, you know."
"Yeah, but...."
Only moving enough to get a bit more comfort, she jerked her bottom towards him, using that motion to direct him. Before getting any sort of response, she wriggled it a bit, though she did stop suddenly as she realized how... forward that seemed. It did bring a moan to her throat, but that was clearly one of pain as the muscles that hadn't yet been massaged protested mightily.
Seeming to understand where that had come from, her husband took a deep breath and slid his fingers under her skirt. The feel of his hands sent tingles through her that had nothing to do with any ease of aches, at least ones from stress. Rather, her sigh was tinged with more of an enjoyment as his fingertips kneaded the supple cheeks of her buttocks, seeming to be intrigued by the smooth curve of them. The feeling was so good that she tried to push herself against him, but found that her back was a bit too stiff to move quite as she wanted it to.
When he pulled her blouse out from the waist band of her skirt, Naru had a moment of confusion, but that quickly passed as he pressed against her spine. She almost curved backward with a need to get into contact with those questing fingers, and she knew that even without any other impetus, she would have sought him out for the talent that he was showing in helping ease her pains. Unfortunately, the nature of the garment made it too difficult to continue, as it was too tight for him to move further under it without tearing the fabric.
A whimper of disappointment was her response to that snag, but it evaporated as he flipped her onto her back. Looking up at him, she tried to ask him a question simply with her eyes.
Apparently that worked, as he gave her an apologetic expression as he shrugged. "Sorry, but I need your shirt open...."
He looked almost ashamed, but she knew that she'd been wanting to be intimate with him for several years before they'd gotten married. That meant that she wasn't about to allow something that she could prevent to get between them. To her, that shirt was too small an obstacle to put up a fuss about, and so she undid the first button herself.
That proved to be enough of a sign for him to understand her feelings, as he licked his lips and slowly began to unfasten the buttons until it merely hung on her body. The slightly open position of the blouse made for a nice frame for a view of the lace of her bra, and they both could recall a moment when him seeing her in such a manner would have been a bashing offense. This time, he looked down at the tantalizing sight of her cleavage, and seemed to need a moment to steady himself.
"Naru, I need...." he whispered, letting his hand brush along the soft skin of her flat belly to slide around her narrow waist.
In response, she leaned up and pressed her mouth to his in a unrestrained kiss. Her lips parted over his still open mouth, and she surprised herself by darting her tongue into his mouth, almost as a tease. Yet, there was no way that she was going to walk away from him, as her arms wrapped around his torso, with her hands gripping along his shoulders. Pressing herself so closely to him that her breasts, feeling heavy and full, were squashed against him in a way that she knew that he would be totally aware of. That pleased her, as she knew that it was her that was bringing his own need up, and not merely her body.
His massage hadn't been abandoned totally though, as he began to stroke at her now free back, seeming to enjoy it as other men would have been fascinated with a woman's chest. He ran his nails down it, tracing where her spine was, and making her shiver with the sensations that brought up. The groans that she made were of pleasure though, and she was delighted by how he touched her. In fact, he'd all but pulled her into his lap, as he was too caught up in the moment to be distant. Knowing this gave her a thrill, though she knew that she had also moved towards him on her own.
Stretching wasn't necessary as she slipped on of her palms over his shirt clad chest, smoothing out the cloth before her fingertips butted against his trousers. Instead of simply holding back, or opening the garment up, she tugged his waistband just enough to slip her hand under it. As her fingers touched his thigh, she could feel her own body answering in ways that were feminine and age old. Of course, that action also brought a new edge to his own breathing, but it wasn't something that she didn't want.
Rather, she was certainly pleased as she used her free hand to undo the clasp of his pants, so that she could free what had been restricted there. Her own skirt was loosened right after that, and it slid down the panty clad curve of her buttocks, leaving her quite exposed to his view. Such a fact didn't bother her, and she smiled softly as his hand cupped one of her breasts, seeming intent on gently hefting it, rather than groping the bra clad mound. Feeling the heat throb between her thighs, she bent her neck so that he could press his mouth to that smooth column, and inhale the scent of her hair with pleasure.
As his hand touched where her panties rested on one of her hips, she traced the length of him through his underpants with one finger, knowing where this was leading, and very much wanting it to go to its very desirable conclusion.
With such a need driving her, she moved to snag one of his fingers on her panties, while:
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