Harry hand slid along the length of her shapely leg. Over her well-rounded hip. Spread his hand over the softness of her stomach. Her belly quivered.
Soft and smooth, there were so many curves and valleys to explore. He wanted to explore every silky inch. Several times. The faint scents of soap and sunshine blended together, surrounded them.
The pale flesh of her breasts was like satin, the roses-and-cream hue in contrast to the cinnamon sugar shade of the rest of her.
Harry nuzzled the slope of her shoulder, cupped the weight of a breast, sighed, contented. Skin to skin.