She obediently followed the trail of Freya’s fingers on the masculine body with her eyes, absorbed in the view, almost feiling the touch as her own.<br/><br/>Her breath hitched in her throat when Freya took her hand. It was a little coarse for a woman, but not what she would expect of a lethal weapon. Lina was mesmerized by the simplicity of the touch and the stir it fumed inside of her; she was doused in the inebriety of excitement, almost flinching as her rather cold fingertips made the first contact with the hot skin of the man.<br/><br/>She made a brief eye contact with him upon the touch as it sent chills up her arm, going further down her spine. Lina was overwhelmed so much her head was spinning.<br/><br/>Her soft lips on her skin drew a fitted breath out of Lina, but when Freya closed their fingers around her breast, she forgot to breathe completely, unable to do anything more, than relish in the astonishing tenderness of the soft flesh under her palm.<br/><br/><strong>"Little one… just remember you don't have to be doing anything you don't want to do - nor do you have to stop if you <em>want</em> to do something!"</strong><br/><br/>Machado must have caught her hesitation; still she nodded to him in an understanding and at once his expression changed from an earnest one to one almost… playful as he looked at Freya and started to whisper in her ear. Following his hands with her gaze this time she only realized she had held her hand still.<br/><br/>Lina moved her hand over the soft skin in an almost feather-like touch and soon she felt the flesh answer to it. It was overwhelming to feel someone else react to her own stroking. She had been making circles from the widest base of her breast to the highest peak of the rosebud nipple, watching and feeling the flesh come alive and harden.<br/><br/>She repeated the same with Freya’s other breast, not confident enough to touch the man on her own yet. It was just so… easier when she knew within herself what her touches may and may not ignite.