His words held a weight that no gesture could of at that moment, though his hand was vying for that attention that she tried to keep on his voice, his lips, anything other than his hand. She was worried that if her attention did focus on those delicious movements, she was sure she’d collapse in sheer ecstasy. Her fingers slid into his, locking with them firmly, using that touch to keep herself upon her feet.<br/><br/>And then as suddenly as he’d taken over washing her, he was finished, tossing the cloth back in the bucket. She allowed his fingers to slip from her own, a delicate smile given in his direction as he spoke, breaking all contact of flesh. “Alright.” She said, her voice a quiet purr, the girl taking a few deep breaths in order to compose herself before she moved. Wandering over to where he’d put the borrowed clothes, Damita took up one of the pairs, admiring it before she put it on – It was a tad bit small, especially in the chest, binding her breasts within it’s confines.<br/><br/>Sighing in defeat, Damita put the sash on and tied it before smoothing her hands over her stomach, shaking her head. It was going to be a long ride.<br/>