She knelt before him, their eyes locked as he slipped off his glove, exposing his rough, calloused hands. Nerves and anticipation coursed through her veins as she reached out, taking his hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. The tenderness of the moment was palpable as they leaned in closer, their breaths mingling in the air. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against the back of his hand. The heat from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's touch and the intimacy of the moment. Finally, he slipped off his other glove, and she repeated the gesture, their connection growing stronger with each passing second.
