Something was definitely moving behind her. She could feel the cushion of the bed shifting under her. Then, a light touch on her shoulders, followed by mild massaged on her tightened muscle, made her moan in satisfaction.
"That feels so good." She finally spoke, loving his caress on her body. She could see herself floating among the clouds, enjoying the moment.
She felt his hands swipe her hair to the side, exposing her neck to his view. While she continued to close her eyes, reveling in the sensation his fingers created on her skin as it pressed on her flesh, untangling the tension on her nerves.
He continued to let his hands roam her back, letting his fingers do their magic. However, she felt that there was something off about him. She suddenly became alarmed.
His hands were different. It was softer. It was as if it had not done anything laborious in his life. It did not resemble her husband's hand, who was slightly rough.
