"Swimming, of course," he murmurs, moving to nuzzle other parts of her face, sometimes with kisses. "Or simply splashing by the water's edge. Floating and looking up at the sky..."
His hand is caressing her a bit less idly now, long broad strokes along her limbs, brief brushes of the back of his knuckle along the curve of her breast. One arm remains wrapped around her waist to support her, for he promised not to let her drop, and is a man of his word. "And had you not yet noticed how the water teases pleasantly at your skin? Soft and caressing and whispering?"
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Of course it is ;)
Date: 2018-12-06 06:13 pm (UTC)His hand is caressing her a bit less idly now, long broad strokes along her limbs, brief brushes of the back of his knuckle along the curve of her breast. One arm remains wrapped around her waist to support her, for he promised not to let her drop, and is a man of his word. "And had you not yet noticed how the water teases pleasantly at your skin? Soft and caressing and whispering?"