Shaken, Sarah tried to retract her hand. Too slow. He grabbed it and held it in place. He was enjoying the warmth of her little palm and he didn’t want to lose it.
“Don’t stop…” he moaned. His voice was husky. It was the first time he had spoken since last night and Sarah could not deny that his morning voice was the best sound to have ever graced her eyes. She forgot all about trying to pull her hand away.
Instead, she continued to caress his face, moving slowly towards his hair. She stroked his hair, feeling his scalp. It felt so silky, each individual strand of his jet black hair was perfectly cut to contribute to his beautiful face.
For Aldo, this was a rather blissful moment. He just let her play around with his hair, while praying in his heart that she wouldn’t stop. Is it possib
