She was quiet even after he replied, watching his hand as though transfixed, a small sound made in her throat as his lips brushed over her shoulder blade. She turned her head slightly, her lips quirking into a slight smile as she glimpsed his hair, wanting to reach over and slide her fingers through that silky looking length. Bottom lip was caught between her teeth and nibbled on as the cloth slid over her pussy the first time, knees giving a little wobble.<br/><br/>She managed to not make any noise, almost as though she was trying to ignore where his hand was, although she wasn’t so lucky the second time around. A little noise, almost like the whimper of a kitten, was given was his fingers massaged her slit through the cloth, her voice unsteady, even to her own ears. “I’m fine,” she assured him, a little ragged breath given.<br/>