Prompt/Kink: She can't stop looking/ Hand fetishization

It becomes an obsession…watching his hands move.

It's the contradiction of them. It's watching them twist in a guy's shirt, threatening him if he ever talks to her again, and then the next days watching them lift her baby sister in the air so he can blow on her belly.

It's watching his hands throw a football, and then hold her as a storm ripped through a grocery store.

She couldn't stop thinking of those contradictions—the strength of his hands, the gentleness, the thoughts of the way his hands would feel against her skin.

She thought of his hands late at night, imagined them on her body, threading through her hair, traveling over her breasts, those long fingers pulling on her nipples. She imagined him stroking her, his fingers making her slick with arousal.

But her favorite fantasy was her hands on him. Her mouth on him as he lay under her, panting, begging her to touch him. And the finally when she did, when she put her mouth on him the way he wanted…then there those hands were again…fisted in the sheets as she made him come.

She bites her lip as she watches his hands lift a box for her mother.

It was definitely an obsession.