Peering down at the large palm caressing her made her feel powerful and tiny all at once; he could inflict all sorts on a person with that palm and here she had him, tender and delicate, cataloguing her. The man was more tender than even he realised, she thought, and rewarded him with happy sighs of contentment and love.
"Keep saying things like that to me," she ordered, running her hand over his chest again to feel how his chest rose and fell.