The gentle massage

"You don't get any." It was more a challenge than a statement of fact. She was undoubtedly in the mood, but too proud to allow her body to be used by a another person. The only contact allowable was a good massage. An excellent massage she recieved, ensuring massage of her being was the only way to do it right. She became so relaxed she only responded with gentle moans of pleasure. A quick check of her love flower with my fingers and indeed she was ready for the rest of her massage. I entered her and continued my gentle massage for seemingly an eternity, slowly bringing her maddeningly close to orgasmic extacy. She had said no, however, so honoring her desire no to have any, I didn't force her over the edge into a sexual climax. I stopped, realizing that if she climaxed, I would have violated her wish. Her orgasm would have be another day, for she had said no.