Large warm hands, calloused from years of sin, and of war, felt along side the soft skin of her body. He kept his eyes clothes, and relished in the sensation of her skin, from the softness of her hips, down her thighs and up her belly, cupping the soft mounds of her breasts before once again, lips met to hers. And though they had made love not even an hour ago, his sex was once again hard and eager to sample this woman, the only woman he found he desired so- and wanted so desperately to be his wife.
"Can I make love to you again?" he asked, after pulling away from a breathless kiss, his hard on, pressing against her leg so she could feel it.