She lifted her hands up and began massaging his thighs. Despite his busy schedule, Henry still managed to keep up a fairly regular exercise regime, so he was in pretty good shape. His legs were muscular and powerful. Hannah spent a minute or two stroking the tight material of his trousers, just revelling in the touch and feel of him. She loved his strength, his warmth, his sheer physical presence. She remembered what it felt like when she was a child and he would tower over her. He was like a mountain, a force of nature. He was so big, and she was so small.
She remembered sitting on his lap as a little girl, as he would read her stories. She could vividly recall the smell of him, the rough texture of his stubbly chin, his huge arms holding her tight. Her tiny frame enveloped by his. She f
