Katie squeezed her eyes shut arching her ass up and back a little to feel his hardness pressed against her. Nothing had ever felt so right or so alluring. She let him touch her, afraid at any moment that his hands would suddenly stop being so kind, but didn't struggle against him openly.<br/><br/>As his fingers slipped deeper into the little cleft between her legs, she couldn't help but rock her hips forward to press her clit against his hand. Every tiny movement on his  part created an almost unbearable friction on that  most sensitive nub; she knew, as he explored her tiny slit, that it was already feverishly lubricated for him.<br/><br/>But she didn't want him inside her, not yet. She clenched her thighs together around his hand and stood as still as she could, barely even breathing.<br/><br/>"Please," she whispered, "please don't." She tried to bite back a moan as he brushed against her clit again and failed. "Please... I've.. never done this before. Stop."<br/><br/>Katie's body did the exact opposite of what she insisted she wanted as she shifted slightly forward to press his fingertip against her slit with an almost unbearable pressure.