Stroking

His touch is gentle, but not tentative or hesitant.

Starting at the side of my breast, his fingertips tenderly stroke downwards, over each of my ribs, dipping low at my waist, then slipping up over the rise of my hip. I want to make a sound, but remain silent, motionless.

—Stroking, from Domme Chronicles: Erotic tales of love, passion, & domination