The washcloth once forgotten was lifted out of the water and Desmond retrieved a pale green bar of soap from the metal dish alongside the edge of the tub.
Dutifully, he ran the soap over what he could reach of Leonor's body.
The water started at her stomach and he only went up from there.
She wondered if he would dare wash all of her considering how shy he was when they first reconnected. She had noticed his confidence growing regarding their life behind closed doors. It terrified her as much as it excited her.
To her surprise, he pushed the bar of soap and then the cloth along her breasts, thoroughly making sure they were clean. She noticed he had a fixation. His eye followed the path his hands traveled.
As he washed his seed from her chest, his heart pounded at the thought of how careless he was being. He was telling her not to have his heir yet they were inching closer and closer to actions that implied the opposite.
The light nsfw ends here for now dw ~