Dawn has beautiful hands. Soft, with shapely fingers, and fastidiously maintained nails. On the index finger of her right hand she wears a plain silver band, and on the pinkie, her grandmother's old ruby ring. She keeps the fingers of her left hand bare, although on special occasions, she adorns the wrist with a silver bracelet.

Her hands are much smaller than mine. When we walk together, my hand will completely engulf hers. I love the way her hand feels in mine: so warm, so feminine. Holding hands is a game for us, our fingers twining and our nails playfully scratching. The semi- secret caresses keep us both on a constant sexual boil.

Dawn and I hug the same way we hold hands - because Dawn is a small woman, my arms wrap clear around her body until she seems to disappear within me. While we embrace, I love to finger the nape of her neck or the small of her back. It rarely takes long before Dawn's body squirms against me.

Let me tell you about a special night Dawn and I shared just the other day. It ended with a surprise, although I suppose it was not completely unexpected. It was the day I asked Dawn to marry me.

It started with us lying together in bed. We faced one another on top of the sheets. Her soft hand rested on my bare hip. It is nice when she puts her hands on me, especially when I take the initiative, because I can feel her reaction in her squeezes and her grabs.

Dawn lay still while I traced my fingertips as lightly as possible around the edges of her lips. She has ticklish spots near the corners of her mouth, and she twitched and smiled whenever I touched them just right.

I stroked her lips a little harder, and she closed her eyes and her mouth parted just the tiniest amount. Her soft breath wafted across my fingers, and her palm pressed harder against my hip.

I cradled her lovely face in both hands. Dawn's cheeks are sprinkled with the softest down, and I stroked across the soft hair with my thumbs. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I kissed her brow. Her skin felt warm on my lips.

Her hand ran up and down my hip, sliding down towards my groin. But I gently took her wrist in my hand. "Not yet," I said. First it was her turn.

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. She breathed deeply, and a rosy flush formed on her upper chest, circling like a necklace.

I examined her hand. The lines on her palms crossed. The primary lines: love line, life line, and head line. One of the minor lines was surely a sex line, but it was hard to pick which one. I slipped my tongue across the life line, and back across the love line. The skin of her palm was soft and silky on my tongue, and smelled faintly of strawberries.

I nibbled on her fingers, licked the little web of flesh between them. I licked her fingernails, slowly, feeling the perfectly manicured smoothness on my tongue.

I kissed her wrist and looked her in the eye. Her pupils were dark and large. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breath. I drew her hand to my chest and pressed it against me. She curled her fingers, and her red nails scratched across my skin to my nipples. Her sharp nails teased my nipples erect.

I placed my palm over her cunt. I cupped her, pressed lightly against her, felt the heat of her all along the entire length of my hand. I worked one finger between her lips and was greeted by Dawn's soft inner flesh.

I held my fingertips together and ran them up and down between her legs. My fingertips lined up, one after another like a row of baby ducks, and they followed each other through the furrow of her cunt. She was slippery-wet - I came away with my fingertips shining with her pussy oil.

I licked my own fingertips, one after the other, tasting her. Dawn's watched unblinking, and her nostrils flared.

I sent two fingers back between her legs. I delved into her inner places, and spread her lube all around inside. I surrounded her clitoris with my slicked up fingertips. One finger on either side, I caressed, up and down, up and down, up and down.

Dawn's nipples hardened and her breathing deepened. I used my thumb to pet her clit, and she hummed and spread her legs wider.

I pushed my middle finger up into her vagina. Dawn moaned and arched. I withdrew my finger a little, then pressed back in. I curled my finger upwards, and I found the soft pad deep inside on the front. I pressed firmly against it and wiggled my fingertip. Her hips rose clear off the bed. I massaged the spot deep inside and thumbed her clitoris and a hot flush flowed down to her shoulders and chest. Her nipples raised up like chocolate kisses.