Fisher knelt on the floor, resting his forearms against the side of the copper tub. He watched me, his eyes so fierce that they stripped me even barer than I already was. It took ridiculous effort, but I lifted my hand out of the water just enough so that I could touch his hand. He didn’t pull away. Lifting his fingers an inch, he repositioned, adjusting. It was a micro-movement, really. Subtle, but with meaningful results: his fingertips were left resting on top of mine. We’d kissed, and licked, and fucked each other raw. He’d emptied himself inside me, roaring as he came, but this small,
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Intimacy <3
