Laura nodded, she had ideas, plans, before he would get to the point of giving up. But touching him was a simple start. Her fingers trailed down along his back. Down his spine, a soft light touch. Delicate by near feather's means.
When she reached his behind, the backs of her fingernails skirted over each swell of flesh, one eased over his hip. The other continued to tease up and down over his skin. Fingers deftly eased between them.