SMUT WARNING!

( I felt like it! Hehehe.)

It had started with his hand.

Damn skin. Men's hands were not like this at home.

Their hands were cold.

This boy had the strongest, most beautiful pale hands...ever.

They'd started by holding hands.

And his face- He was so handsome. He had character, and a smile that was rare, but amazing.

He ran those hands over her hips; he ran those eyes over her lips.

His lips too- smooth, warm. They invited her, asking her to kiss them.

She did. The kiss led to many more.

She pawed at his tunic, yanking it over his head and tossing it away.

His eyes were wide- Inquiring to her motives. She was ready. She wanted it.

He needed no more convincing. Off went her dress, her leggings, and her breastband.

Off went his pants.

And then she screamed a moment at first, but fell into the rhythm, moaning, begging for more.

They cuddled after, his soft hands cupping her back.

Damn hands.