Her eyes shut, trying her absolute best to remember what he was saying and answer him, really, truly. Her hands twist, her knees pushing together tightly to do something with herself. What was she supposed to do? Last night had been hurried, for better or worse, to get the thing over with. But now he seemed to be taking his time.

At least reaction took over the rest of her confusion about what to do when his mouth found her breast. She curved, straining into his mouth as she reached for him at last, her body jolting. Her hands finding the base of his neck to pull him into her. She wanted to say stop, it was like - nothing else, she couldn't handle it. She wanted him to never stop, for him to go on and on. The hands that intend to tug him free end up clutching him close as it wins over. It spiked so hot between her legs , so suddenly, it made no sense, he was not touching her there, but it was like a ripple down her body.