His Hands

My husband is gorgeous.  He has rugged good looks.  He is manly.  Even when he smiles like a little boy, he is all man.  But I find myself, day after day studying not the smile lines around his big, intense eyes, but his hands.

Those hands captivate me.  They are large and strong, scarred all over because he always used those hands to work in the dirt and to fight.  His fingers are thick and hairy like the rest of his hand.  He keeps his nails trimmed and always clean.

And he is always gentle.  When he reaches out to touch me it is with the utmost precision, his hand finds my waist, or my hip and rests against my clothing with light tension.  Or he takes my tiny hand and wraps it up in his bear paw, as if he is holding a flower petal. 

When we sit next to each other to watch a movie after the kids are asleep he plays with my hair, sending shivers down my back and brushes his fingertips against my neck and face, and ears.

His touch is so gentle and purposeful that whatever else I was paying attention to, all my focus moves to the spot of skin where his fingers are moving.  My body reacts by melting utterly.  I am under his spell.

He knew how much I loved his hands.  I would reach for them wherever we were and when we went to bed at night I would feel his fingers and stroke them.  He often put a fingertip against my mouth, tracing my lips so delicately until I licked him and then drew the finger in to suck.

One day I teased him that it would make a great video - just him touching me all over.  We were snuggled under the covers together.  He was touching my face, his fingers go over each eyebrow, feeling the length of my nose and resting on my lips.  I was so wet and ready for him but lying still, enjoying his caresses when I mentioned the video.

He laughed softly and sat up in bed, then he straddled me, keeping his weight off me while he took off my nightie.  "Do you mean you would like to see something like this?" he asked as he stretched out both arms and let all five fingers on each hand trace from my shoulders to my hands achingly slowly and delicately. 

My nipples hardened and I arched my back against him.  His touch brought out goose flesh the length of my arms and I shivered.  Then he traced my neck with one hand while he drew circles around my breast with the other. 

I wanted him so badly but I was mesmerized by the slow, gentle movements of his hands.  I reached up to caress the hair on his arms.  I wanted him inside me so badly and I could see his rod pushing against his boxer briefs.  Then he turned me on to my stomach.  He kissed my back, from my neck to my ass and even down below to the wet heat between my legs.

He groaned and I thought he would put us both out of our misery and lie down on top of me, pushing inside me but instead he straddled me again, just as careful not to crush me but this time I could feel his rock hard member against my ass and I could feel him dripping onto me as he gently ran his fingers up and down my back so that I got the shivers over and over.

I reached down between my legs and started touching myself as he gently alternated between kissing my back and running his hand down it and even down the backs of my legs.  He moved back behind me so he could caress the length of each leg and savor how I felt to his touch as well as the way my skin reacted so joyously to him.

He also watched me touch myself, leaning in for a close look and to lick me and push his tongue inside me.  With his tongue thrusting in me and my finger working quickly I thought I would explode.  He could tell from the sound of my breath and the way I was moving and he took both my hands in his and held them over my head as he plunged into me.

I wrapped my legs around him tightly and pushed into him hard, grinding against him and feeling him so deep inside me it almost hurt.  I squeezed his hands as I started to come.  My cries and rocking against him sent him over the edge and he also came hard into me.

Afterward he held me in his arms and smiled at me.  "Is that what you think would make a good video?" he asked.

I tucked my face into him, feeling shy and nodded.  After all these years, he still rocks my world and I can never get enough of those hands!