"Moan for me, Leila" he whispered, his other hand sliding around her to stop her from falling backwards, holding her up. His finger continued its movements, touching, stroking, and circling her clit, and then running his knuckle up and down her slit a few times. "Are you so sure you do not want to?" he asked her, his hand working at her sensitive young body, hoping that the alien touch would please her quickly.