"Good." His reply was matter-of-fact, as though oblivious to the fact that he was rubbing a wet washcloth over her naked body. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder as leaned bac, planting a delicate kiss on her shoulderblade as the cloth slipped between her thighs, rubbing absently over her slit.<br/><br/>He spoke quietly against her flesh as that cloth moved up along her inner thigh to her knee, then back in to massage her pussy again. "You're certain you're well enough to ride? I want you to rest if you need to."