That particular kind of roughness in his voice always makes her own want grow. "Hm, yes, I think that would be best." She cleans his thighs, his calves.

"Might need a bit of a cleanup myself, after," she suggests. She is so very sweaty, after all.

Once she's done with everywhere else, she takes a clean, damp, rag, then wipes the most sensitive areas of his body.

"It might be prudent for you to at least brace yourself against the bed, as I intend to make you quite weak in the knees," she purrs.