Though she made no response to the sound, Lizbet was slightly surprised to hear the sound coming from the back of Goku's throat, the deep rumbling that sounded like an almost possessive purr that a cat would make, but there was something more to it than that. It sounded wanting, lustful, and provocative in the most sexual of ways. Hearing that she was put slightly on edge, wondering if Goku was thinking of doing more than just kiss.<br/><br/>Her spine got tingles down the back as her breast was squeezed once again, and her cheeks darken in color of pink when Goku slides his tongue in to her mouth, but she does not resist. Instead, her own tongue brushes almost shyly against Goku's, as if greeting it with a quiet 'hello'. It felt rather strange, but at the same time nice to Lizbet. All these things that were happening were new experiences for her, and so far she was liking them.<br/><br/>When she watched Goku remove the black tank top that he was wearing, revealing a bare chest, which, she had a feeling it would be, was rather muscular. Lizbet's cheeks continue to darken, now a cherry red. The only man she'd ever seen topless before was her father, and the boys at the lake in Sweden when it was summer. Seeing Goku like this was different from those other occasions, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it.<br/><br/>The tie that had been holding her shirt in place was removed then, so that the fabric was once again loose over her chest. She saw the smile, and felt the hand upon her stomach. She was caught in turmoil at that point, as his fingers slowly and gently trailed upwards, making it's way under her shirt. Lizbet was suddenly rather uncomfortable, and gently places her hand on Goku's wrist, her fingers closing around it, stopping it's advance.<br/><br/>Deep down, she wanted this. Deep down, she knew that Goku did too. But she also knew...that she wasn't ready to be touched so intimately. Kissing, she was fine with. Touching over clothing was okay, just as long as it wasn't below the belt. But...anything more, it made her squeamish, unsure...<br/><br/>"Goku?" She murmurs, gazing at his face, her fingers moving from his wrist to hold his hand, her fingers lacing with his own. "Please...don't be upset with me...but I'm just not ready to be touched..." She lowers her eyes, shyness creeping over her like the shadows of the late afternoon sun, which streamed through the living room window. "I hope...I hope you can understand this..." She whispers quietly, a soft frown on her lips.