Katie let him touch her, but she lighly, delicately, kept her own fingertips on his wrists. Just in case he scared her or hurt her, but she knew he could easily overpower her and do whatever he wanted, even if she fought him as hard as she could. But this tiny gesture somehow made her feel better. It was silly, like closing her eyes and hoping that because she didn't see something, it wasn't there. But it made his gentle carresses tolerable, and even immensely pleasurable.<br/><br/>She wished she could relax, but her nervousness and fear made that impossible, on top of how incredibly aroused she was. She could feel the orgasm already starting to build and ducked her head in shame. He was going to think she was some kind of whore, the way her thighs were already slicked with her juices.<br/><br/>She shivered, tears hot on her cheeks, as the first shiver came. She was afraid she couldn't remain standing, literally weak at the knees as she began to slowly come on his hand. Every breath was a little sob of pleasure as she rocked her hips in time with his strokes. She arched her back against him, pressing her breast into his hand, and let herself go.