Wax Play
James watches as the heat from the flame melts down another layer of wax, entranced as gravity does its job and the heated wax slides down the pillar, drip, dripping over his fingers on its way down towards the wax covered form in front of him.
He watches the red wax drip onto his lovers upper thigh, right below her left cheek, and she lets out a disappointed humm at the reduced temperature from his interference.
They had agreed to start slow, testing the green on Lilys shoulder; she had quickly dismissed the low temperature wax and they moved straight to red. Her back was now a wonderful candy cane striped pattern of wax, and he couldn’t wait for his wife to see the end result.
“Jamie,” she moaned from the cocoon she had created for her arms.
“Yes love?”
“Jamie please,”
“What is it you need darling, say it and it’s yours. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She whined. “Please keep going.”
James leans down to her ear, brushing away her auburn locks so she can feel the heat of his breath and his proximity. “Where would you like it, love?” He trails his hands along her lower back, across her arse, down the centre of her inner thighs as low as he can reach. She squirms under his touch, arching into his hands. “Or would you like to turn over, perhaps?”
Lily sucked in a breath and James barely had time to move out of the way before she was on her back, propped up on her elbows and biting her lip, eyes dancing with excitement in her anticipation.
“Front, please.”
James grinned, tilting the candles now pooling wax and letting it drip from her collar bone, down her chest, the heat on her sensitive nipple making her hiss- but the smile on her face was the only thing he needed to make an even better work of art on her chest.