Rough

Vinnie has rough hands, thanks to his years spent working as a manual labourer. He still spends a lot of time working outside, tending to the vineyard and chopping wood and mending fences and doing the dozens of other jobs around the property that constantly need doing, and his hands are just as rough today as when Georgina met him. The skin of his palms is like gravel, dry and coarse and scratchy. The first time he touched her the difference between his hands and those of her husband Patrick thrilled and scared her....Patrick's hands were smooth and soft, but Vinnie's hands could easily chafe and damage her delicate flesh, Georgina was sure. He made her feel small and soft and fragile, like a budding flower. His rough, scaly hands completely enveloped her breasts, and her nipples ached to be sandpapered between his fingers. "Twist them," she said. He didn't right away, but just touched one with a fingertip, and both nipples hardened so quickly it was painful. His other finger moved inside her, and then his tongue was on her clit. The tenderness of his mouth was soon unbearable, especially after the roughness of his hands. She grabbed his head to anchor herself, his skull rough and bumpy, his close-cropped hair like stubble. Now she understood what she wanted when she used to command Patrick to be rough. Patrick's baby skin and spongy muscles did not excite her sense of touch...his face and body may have been conventionally visually attractive, but as a tactile experience there was much lacking. But Vinnie's face and body were a tactile and erotic feast.