Summer
“Lift your hands.”
As his command remained between us, I decided to obey. With a deep breath, I lifted my hands and Gabriel came closer. With the towel in his hands, he started patting me dry. I stood there frozen, feeling the warmth of his hands through the fabric. Saw the strength in his arms as he moved his hands. I sucked in a breath and felt my n*****s peeking when he cupped my breasts in his hands. The felt smaller in his big hands and the shock waves his touch brought out travelled all the way to my toes. When my eyes met his he was already looking at me. A slight tinge of pink on his cheekbones told me how much this affected him, if not more than definitely as much as it did me. He moved to my hands, slowly and methodically he dried my fingers, between them and then up my
