Ariella pursed her lips almost petulantly when he laughed at her reaction before telling her why he had done it; he didn’t want her to be embarrassed. She swallowed hard when his eyes roved over her body briefly before telling her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered, wishing that she could banish the burning she felt on her cheeks and ears.<br/><br/>Of course, that would prove impossible as he soon moved to slip her pants off and place them on the edge of the bed, leaving only their undergarments to separate them. She was silently grateful when he didn’t look up at her as he slid the last remaining article of her. She was quite certain that her face was probably an entirely new shade of red.<br/><br/>She took an unsteady breath before biting her lip when he explained what it was that he planned to do next. If she hadn’t felt embarrassed before, she certainly did now, and she found herself hoping that this was something that would fade with time and experience. She certainly didn’t wish to have these feelings clouding the ones she truly wished to focus on every time.<br/><br/>Embarrassed though she might feel, she still wished for him to continue. She still felt anticipation as he moved to settle between her legs. She narrowly managed to avoid making a sound as his finger teased the sensitive skin of her labia, but when his finger slid inside of her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning softly.<br/><br/>She repeated the sound once more when she felt his tongue slide across her sensitive flesh. Her hands clutched tightly to the sheets, as if they were some sort of lifeline that might give her some outlet for all the different things he made her feel. It wasn’t necessarily the embarrassment or even pride that kept her from making a million different sounds, but rather the very real possibility that someone outside might hear her, that they might be discovered.<br/><br/>She wasn’t quite sure what might happen if they were discovered, but she had a few guesses and none of them were particularly pleasant. Even if they managed not to be discovered, it would be an interruption nonetheless, and she was not ready for this to come to an end. Even when it did, would she be ready then?<br/><br/>Her eyes met his when he looked up at her as his tongue continued to massage her clitoris. She bit her lip gently as she looked down at him, a shiver running through her body, followed by as shuddering breath. She found herself conflicted, not wanting him to stop his current exploits, but also feeling a growing anticipation and desire for more, for what she knew would come next.<br/><br/>For the moment, she would choose to enjoy the feelings he kindled within her with every move he made both inside of her and against her skin. The rest would undoubtedly come in time, when he was ready—or perhaps when he believed her to be ready.