Yes there is something erotic about it all. The touches. The care. The feeling of his eyes roaming her as no man had, or would, but him. Touching, coaxing, and so carefully cleaning her up.
But there is a relief to the cool, damp cloth as it swipes over tender, sensitive skin. Flushed and heated, it makes a sigh slip that distracted from the knowledge of where he was touching, where he looked. But the cool, mixed with the tickling and the surety of his firm hands made something uncurl, different to before - this let the tension in her shoulders loosen, her spine uncurl as she laid back into the pillows. Her breathe turning rhythmic and slow, her legs slipping apart further more out of relaxation.
Even if it's broken up with little hitched sounds as he spreads her more intimately, his fingers teasing faintly. But it was hardly as demanding as before, just a pleasant by-product that she doesn't even bother to fight the sighs and little breathless murmurs. Or the barely noticed cant of her hips up into his touch again.
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But there is a relief to the cool, damp cloth as it swipes over tender, sensitive skin. Flushed and heated, it makes a sigh slip that distracted from the knowledge of where he was touching, where he looked. But the cool, mixed with the tickling and the surety of his firm hands made something uncurl, different to before - this let the tension in her shoulders loosen, her spine uncurl as she laid back into the pillows. Her breathe turning rhythmic and slow, her legs slipping apart further more out of relaxation.
Even if it's broken up with little hitched sounds as he spreads her more intimately, his fingers teasing faintly. But it was hardly as demanding as before, just a pleasant by-product that she doesn't even bother to fight the sighs and little breathless murmurs. Or the barely noticed cant of her hips up into his touch again.