[She's never had a man's hand there before - or, really, any touch but her own. Arching up against his palm, she lets out a trembling little sigh into his mouth, her eyes fluttering shut and her fingers tightening briefly against his scalp.]
[She pulls back from her exploring just enough to wrap her fingers around his free wrist, and firmly guides that hand onto her other breast. Once she's sure she's made her wants known, she lets her own hand drop back to his hip, tracing gentle patterns over his skin.]
[It feels good, better than her own hands ever have. She wonders, with a little smile, whether the same will be true elsewhere, and whether she'll have the chance to find out - whether he can be brought to use his hands there, and not just his cock. She squirms a little at the thought, well aware now of that heat between her legs, her nervousness gone in favour of anticipation. Not impatient anticipation, though. They have, she reminds herself deliciously, as long as they like.]
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[She pulls back from her exploring just enough to wrap her fingers around his free wrist, and firmly guides that hand onto her other breast. Once she's sure she's made her wants known, she lets her own hand drop back to his hip, tracing gentle patterns over his skin.]
[It feels good, better than her own hands ever have. She wonders, with a little smile, whether the same will be true elsewhere, and whether she'll have the chance to find out - whether he can be brought to use his hands there, and not just his cock. She squirms a little at the thought, well aware now of that heat between her legs, her nervousness gone in favour of anticipation. Not impatient anticipation, though. They have, she reminds herself deliciously, as long as they like.]