River ran his hands reverently along your legs as if he was worshipping his goddess. He was adamant that you were treated like a princess on this romantic vacation to a beach resort. He rubbed the complimentary, luxurious lotion onto your damp skin, mesmerised by the smoothness under his fingers. You sat on the edge of your bathtub whilst he kneeled on the floor before you, insisting on pampering you.

“So soft”

River purred quietly as his hands slowly ran up your thigh. His fingertips played with the lace hem of your silk slip dress, admiring how beautiful you looked.

He rests his chin on your thigh, gazing up at you with his innocent doe eyes—a stark contrast to his muscular chest peeking out the resort’s black, satin robe.

“You’re so pretty…”