Jaetta writhed up against him a gasp escapes and a flood of anxiousness and slight fear rushes over her. She could feel his manhood against her, something she'd never known. She felt herself tense and yet it was every thing she could not to try and break from his grasp and force him to taste her throat. Her inner conflict with these sensations she's never felt and these urges she'd never before yearned to indulge consumed her thoughts. Thoughts of him, his touch all over her body. She turned her head offering him her thin neck and her ample breast. She bit her lip stiffling another moan.<br/><br/>The violet gaze watching his every move dancing over his form and looking at his aggressive hold on her. She wanted him so desperately, he could see it she was giving herself to him. Her blood rushing and her heart pounding. She knew he must be able to feel the heat rising in her body, the arousal he provoked in her was more than she'd ever imagined.<br/><br/>Slowly lifting her legs up, she hugged him between her thighs and timidly grazed her soft folds up against his shaft. The nervous flush across her cheek was evident even to her and she could not look him in the eyes, she felt foolish knowing not what to do.