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Tiptoeing she pressed a kiss on his forehead, hoping to take the vulnerable look that glint in his eyes. 

Rhys smiled at her as she continued to wash his body. Beatrix moved the wash cloth down his legs and his chest rose and fell heavily as she brought the wash cloth in between his thighs.

Beatrix show the throbbing of his cock as it stood painfully hard. She wanted to hold it so bad.

"Rhys…"she paused.

"Can I uhmm.. touch you?"

She asked in hopes that he understood what she meant without her having to say it.

She wondered what had happened to her shy self for her to ask a man to touch him.

But seeing the effect that she had on a man made her feel happy. It was weird but she loved it knowing it was her causing this reaction from him.

Rhys inhaled deeply and nodded, "Yes…"

He answered and Beatrix placed the wash cloth down as she slowly reach for the bulge in between his legs.