[ Maybe it really is all the steam in the air, but the moments that stretch out as he touches her feel oddly delicate and dreamy. The water pattering against her overstimulated skin tingles and buzzes but the slow, gentle sweep of his hands in its wake is so soothing her eyelashes flutter.
She doesn't say anything at all. She doesn't think she should. The whole thing feels fragile as the surface of a soap bubble and the idea of doing or saying the wrong thing and popping it is awful. She wants it drawn out for as long as it can last, so she can enjoy it to the last drop.
It's not until his fingers are stroking through her hair that her breath comes out in a sigh and from it, words follow. ]
So you really can be gentle when you put your mind to it.
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She doesn't say anything at all. She doesn't think she should. The whole thing feels fragile as the surface of a soap bubble and the idea of doing or saying the wrong thing and popping it is awful. She wants it drawn out for as long as it can last, so she can enjoy it to the last drop.
It's not until his fingers are stroking through her hair that her breath comes out in a sigh and from it, words follow. ]
So you really can be gentle when you put your mind to it.
[ One of those soft, breathy laughs. ]
I really like it.