Toho was right in assuming she was use to a more elaborate bed; she had left her feather stuffed pillows and large mattress back in Spain – There hadn’t been room to bring such things on the boat. Her messy hair was soft against his hand; her eyes easing shut as he stroked her hair. Suddenly she was moving, pulled on top of Toho, his arousal touching her thigh before it was stuck, harmless, between her legs.<br/><br/>Her head urged down to his chest, Damita settled her ear against where his heart was, listening at it tattooed out a steady rhythm. “Mm, much more comfortable now.” She answered, her fingers tickling gently against his side before they were left to hand.<br/>