Each time he touched her, it was tentative, but slowly became more bold. His hands and fingers were big, rough from hunting and hard work. Each stroke of rough fingers over her soft, slick flesh made her breath hitch. Her hips rolled into his hand, eager for more. God, she'd never felt anything like that. Zach's hands had been soft and smooth; a boy's hands. Jimmy's were clumsy and hesitant. This. This was so, so much better.

Beth slipped her hand underneath the boxers, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and stroking the length slowly. Her thumb rubbed around the head, smearing the moisture she found there, teasing at the more sensitive skin.