“Relax” he said softly.Moving his soft hands up to her shoulders he admired her profile, her eyes closed and face relaxed. His fingers roil and pu...h her shoulder blades seeking out any tightness and pushing it to the side. He follows the tightness, pushing it until it dissipates just above her breasts. His fingers now alternately softly between stroking and pressing her body firmly. Following her contours his fingers move back down to the base of her spine and touch the top of her spandex. She. I got out the shower dried off lotion-ed up and got in the bed with him wearing only my polo boxers, he was watching ESPN and I'm not into sports but i wouldn't dare ask him to change the channel, so i lay there as he sits at the foot of my bed arguing with the sports broadcaster; he has such a deep voice, again he is such a man. he lays down and continue watching ESPN he never changes the channel. He began to fall asleep and i lay on his chest and we both fall asleep together. I woke up. "Come with me." I've only got a few minutes." You don't have to be anywhere for nine hours," Tess countered. "I've got something to show you."Tess was dressed in gray, covered except for face and hands in cloth. Her dress almost touched the floor when she walked and her hair was covered by a wimple. If she wore black, Tess would have been properly dressed in most of the Middle East—a few would have mandated that Tess wear gloves and veiled her face, too. Not only was she in charge of the. She licks her lips nervously and cannot help but to feel like covering her naked form, even though she knows the motion would be absurd and futile. Suddenly her eyes are burning into his, and ever so softly she breathes, "You really came." He smiles hugely then and gives a throaty chuckle, "… but, of course." With his expression serious now, very slowly he reaches up with both hands to her face, and she watches him warily with wide open eyes. "Shhh-" he sighs, as he lightly places a hand on.