Stella's hands tightened their grip on his thighs as his finger ever so lightly traced over the folds of her lips and his hand massaged at her breasts. A soft, unexpected moan left her lips as her mind started to become lost in the sensations his touch brought. Tilting her head to the side as he nibbled on her neck, sending little bolts of excitement coursing through her. Her body began to slightly quiver and a slight whine of protest escaped her as he paused what he was doing. Instantly, her cheeks began to heat up again and her mind cleared enough for her to realize she had whined. "N-no! I'm fine, I promise," she replied softly, lifting her hand to wipe the blood away from her lip. "Please... continue," she whispered softly, having been enjoying that too much to quit.