My hands caressed her back, my nails scratching along under her wonderful soft fur, the scent of soap embedded lightly on her.My hands caressed her back, my nails scratching along under her wonderful soft fur, the scent of soap embedded lightly on her. I rubbed her back slowly while I nipped her jawline, my fingers seeking her spine while my teeth sought her throat, and as I shifted my weight to reach the back of her neck slight, subdued growl escaped her. As I pressed against her neck, those spots where I knew my granddaughter was most vulnerable (in a nice way), her voice rose in response, her body shuddering. |