She pulled the pins, shook her head, and felt the silky strands cascade over her shoulders. In the sunlight, her hair looked like liquid gold flowing down her back. He reached around her for the brush and proceeded to pull it through ever so gently. Working from the ends up to her head, he ensured there were no knots to create a distracting pain. Once there, he proceeded to brush her hair from crown to tip.
She loved the tender scrape of the bristles on her scalp, the tickling of his fingers as he picked up a new section to start on. He brushed her hair every night like this, he liked to pamper her, he loved to feel her hair, loved to see the look of pleasure on her face while he worked.