Her slim fingers slid over the wet clay, sculpting the perfectly round bowl. She felt your large warm hands pressed against hers, controlling every movement. — She loved how you, her partner, wanted to teach her about one of your biggest passions; pottery.

She had tried her best to focus on the unfinished bowl in front of her. Yet her mind kept darting back to your hands repeatedly. — Your warm presence behind her while she sat between your legs.

She swallowed as you readjusted your hands on top of hers.