There was something particularly exciting seeing his hot, thick mate laying bare and ready for anything before him.
Warmth still radiated from her skin after the earlier activity, her body soft and heavy where it rested against the stone.
Luke had helped wash her since she got dirty while trying to reshape the hearth. Faint traces of clay still clung in the hollows of her collarbones and along the undersides of her breasts, the grit rough under his fingertips until the water began to loosen it.
He gently poured water on her shoulders, gaining a faint gasp from her as she said, "It's cold." The clear stream ran in thin rivulets down the slope of her back, cooling the flushed skin and making the remaining dust of clay darken and slide away.
Luke hummed, "I can tell." He slowly began to wash her up, gently rubbing her shoulders and neck, before bringing his hand to her massive bust.
