Ingrid felt his touch on her arms before she saw it happen in the mirror. His hands were large and strong, and yet the way they caressed her arms was unspeakably gentle, the rough fingertips catching on her smooth skin. His hands were warm against her cool skin, and a slight shudder rippled through her body, and her breath caught in her throat at the unearthly sensations coursing through her.<br/><br/>The feelings were too much, she couldn't keep looking him in the eye, or he'd see every new, startling, wanton thought that was going through her head. Instead, she closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side, unwittingly baring a delectable piece of her slender neck.<br/><br/>And...what was that? There was suddenly something rock hard pressing against her backside. Oh dear Lord! That must be...IT! It felt huge and hard against her, and she inadvertently pressed closer to it. She drew several deep breaths to calm herself down, but it only served to intensify her newborn feelings of innocent desire.