"I did not think you would have, or that I would not have noticed, but I just...did not think of how else you might have managed it."

With her firmer strokes and the thought of her describing his cock to another craftsperson, ensuring that the details were just right...he pulls in a little bit of a shaking breath, squirms beneath her touch in the water.

(Her touches are intoxicating, and the heat of the spring soothing to his tired muscles - what should be relaxing is well on the way to it, and what should not be relaxing is also responding as desired.)