I offered my man a massage. He keeps turning them down, always feeling guilty because he doesn't give them to me very often. Then I remind him that although he may not, he does give me multiple orgasms on occasion so it's a fair trade. This tactic seems to work just about every time. I lead him back to the bedroom, he removes his robe and spreads a blanket down on the floor. The lemongrass scented oil is close by, I open the bottle and drip it along his spine. Mostly I work on his lower back since that's what has been giving him the most trouble this past week. He's nice and relaxed after a half an hour in hot, bubbling water. Once I have his back and shoulders in better working condition, he asks me to give his legs some attention. There's a slight distraction while doing this, as his legs are slightly spread and I can see just a hint of balls peeking out at me. Once the calves and thighs are pleased, I lay down next to him and begin to lightly run my fingers along his body, starting at the thighs and up to the shoulders, then back down again. Up and down, adding a little bit of nail along the way, but never enough to hurt since he doesn't care for pain. Eventually my fingers find themselves sliding down the center of his nicely curved ass and teasingly touch those adorable balls. Touching becomes caressing and readjustment ends up being necessary. Once better penis placement has occurred, the tip is now peaking it's head out at me from below the testicles. The legs have moved a little farther apart and my hand has a little more access and can play with both parts now. My lips find his back and his hips as my hand strokes the tip of his cock. I start to nibble along the curve of his ass, slowly heading for a rather taboo location. The smell of the oil, the sexy backside, the feel of the nuts under my thumb and the taste of his skin is a very enticing thing. He lifts his hips a little higher so I can stroke more of him and I begin to tease him with my tongue, just a touch, just around the outside of that precious place. He doesn't care for insertion, just likes to have it lightly touched and kissed. I alternate between tantalizing just around it and gently biting the area between his butt and his thighs. I can tell now that he's close, and I know I should keep going, but I'm a selfish girl and as much as I like the reactions I get from giving a rim job, I love head more. I flip him over and go down on him. I'm trying to take it all, but it's not always possible unless I'm at just the right angle, and I'm not, so I take my hand and stroke while I suck. I'm in no mood to play anymore, I want him to get off and I want it in my mouth, so there's no waiting, no stopping on purpose and changing up methods to make it last longer. There's just my mouth and hand on his cock and my other hand stroking his ass. The rhythm is relentless and each time my mouth takes in his piece his back arches just a little more. When he cums, he cums hard, filling my mouth with sweetness. I swallow and look up into his eyes and he's still swimming in the afterglow, ecstasy smeared across his face. I pull myself up to lay by his side and he pulls me into a strong embrace, kissing me fiercely. We curl up next to each other and listen to the rain. It was a nice morning, a very satisfying morning.