Running her fingers along Galen's back, Gaia took in the feel of the scars, now slick from the water. And really, that just added yet another dimension to the sensation. They felt more fluid, more as a continuous spread rather than simply dips and tears in his flesh. As such, her finger tips got lost in feeling out the scars all over again, feeling them as though she were feeling them for the first time, taking them in reverently.
She stretched her neck out as she felt his mouth trail along it. As he fondled her breast, she moaned louder, her head tilting back a bit and arching into his touch. She kept her hips moving against his, her gaze meeting his as he pulled his head back. "You are a fucking god," she said, her voice thick with lust. And her words had more than one meaning. Because he was rather becoming quite the god in this matter. His quicker learning always surprised her, but she was glad for it. She rather did like seeing where his appetite took him next.