Her legs parted enough for him to reach her sex. He did not move his hand down her leg right away, he let it hover there for a moment, allowing her to change her mind if it was a fleeing thought. But he did not wait for too long, his hand descending down her leg once more only after a few moments. It was not a rushed descend, but more of a calculated one. The palm of his hand reached the soft feathers of her body, and he could already feel the natural heat coming from her body. He rand the tips of his fingers thought the feathers, feeling the difference between each and everyone one of them. As he did his eyes never left hers, trying to hold them there with his gaze. He knew that even the slightest mistake here would fuck up his chances of having her trust him as a mate and a male.<br/><br/>His fingers moved from the feathers to the bare skin that felt like it was even warmer then the patch of feathers. He moved his fingers so that the tips rolled back and the underside of his fingers was now touching her skin. He held that touch there for a moment, then spread his fingers out, two of them brushing the beginning of her slit. Once they where spread out he slightly adjusted his hand to the side, allowing one of his fingers to rest upon her folds. He resisted the urge to push his digit into her body, to feel the tight pressure of her body around him. Instead he traced her opening, from the very bottom reaches to the very top of it. He could feel every soft inch of it under his finger. Then he moved it back down, repeating the action in a reverse manor.