Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
His hands are warm and encompassing around her hips, and though no man can ever make her feel small, he makes her feel delicate in a good way. Petite, but in the way of something that deserves to be held gently.
He kisses her that same way, and Hotaru can't recall the last time somebody did. In fact she worries she isn't reciprocating the way she should be, no matter how slowly she moves. Has she forgotten how to?
It's a worry for later, because she knows the rest. Even with her eyes closed this is a dance she's familiar with, and with both hands free as he cradles her cheek she smooths her palms up and down his chest, feeling every slight dip and curve of muscle as she cleans the mud off of him. Then she takes her own bottoms off, stepping out of them gracefully without ever breaking their kiss so the water can fully cleanse her. Only then does she pull away from his kiss, both hands pushing his shorts down achingly slowly as she slides to her knees to accompany them down to the slick, warm tile below.
Keeping eye contact with him, she leans forward and rests her cheek against his hip, her breath warm and easy to feel on his burgeoning arousal but doing nothing else. "This okay?" she murmurs over the soft sound of falling water.
He kisses her that same way, and Hotaru can't recall the last time somebody did. In fact she worries she isn't reciprocating the way she should be, no matter how slowly she moves. Has she forgotten how to?
It's a worry for later, because she knows the rest. Even with her eyes closed this is a dance she's familiar with, and with both hands free as he cradles her cheek she smooths her palms up and down his chest, feeling every slight dip and curve of muscle as she cleans the mud off of him. Then she takes her own bottoms off, stepping out of them gracefully without ever breaking their kiss so the water can fully cleanse her. Only then does she pull away from his kiss, both hands pushing his shorts down achingly slowly as she slides to her knees to accompany them down to the slick, warm tile below.
Keeping eye contact with him, she leans forward and rests her cheek against his hip, her breath warm and easy to feel on his burgeoning arousal but doing nothing else. "This okay?" she murmurs over the soft sound of falling water.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
