[ Justine was making this exquisitely difficult. What he wanted more than almost anything else was to kiss down the line of her throat and --
but no. ]
Your wish is my command.
[ He drew the pouf over her skin, starting at one smooth shoulder and gliding over her arms, chest, the flat of her stomach, the curve of her hips. Was it possible to bring an air of elegant service even to kneeling so he could run a line of suds over those long legs of hers? Apparently so.
When it was time to do her back, he cast her dark hair carefully aside so as to end at the back of her neck. It was at that point that he put his arms around her and gently drew her back into the water. ]
no subject
but no. ]
Your wish is my command.
[ He drew the pouf over her skin, starting at one smooth shoulder and gliding over her arms, chest, the flat of her stomach, the curve of her hips. Was it possible to bring an air of elegant service even to kneeling so he could run a line of suds over those long legs of hers? Apparently so.
When it was time to do her back, he cast her dark hair carefully aside so as to end at the back of her neck. It was at that point that he put his arms around her and gently drew her back into the water. ]
How's that?