Watching him step out of the tub seemed as if the world had slowed down, the way the water cascaded down his frame, accenting the contours and defining the lean muscles that his body possessed. Light little scars could be seen dotting his body and the urge to just spend time kissing and touching them came to the forefront of her mind. To her he was a work of art, a master piece, to her what it was meant for a man to be and look like. It had always been that way with him for her, this probably being the reason why no man since him had ever come close to comparing. Not that she really wanted them to anyway....<br/><br/>Feeling the heat from the closeness of his body, made her own tingle and ache to feel him something that she has been wanting for ten years now. Then he was taking her hand in his own, his other cupping the side of her face which she immediately leaned into while smiling up at him.<br/><br/>His words were soft and it took her a moment to comprehend what he was saying, though once the words sunk in she blushed deeply. "I....I...only wish that you were my first...." her voice trailing off as she closed her eyes in memory of the time with which she spoke, then briefly to the times after that. "I feel dirty and unworthy of you...." she spoke after a long pause her voice barely above a whisper as she stood before him naked and suddenly realizing just how out of his class she was.