Josephine sighed with a soft moan as Raoul's hands traced over her skin. When his touch slowed and then disappeared, her eyes opened again to see what was wrong. She then realized what was going on, and nervously glanced away. Only then did her sheepish little tendencies return. However, the young woman knew she shouldn't be so cruel and leave Raoul out of this pleasure; she wanted to please him as much as he had pleased her. But with her shy and innocent mind she could not think up ways of doing so.<span style="font-style: italic">"Please Josephine...I want to feel your hands on me."</span>Josephine glanced up a little, giving a shy little smile. Her hand raised to stroked his bangs from his face. Her fingertips then traced down along his cheek, then his neck, her touch ever so light and teasing.