She inhales, hissing between her teeth at the feel of his hand between her legs. Her hands slip to his shoulders, and with one trembling hand, she draws arcs and swirls with her fingernails along his spine. He knows just how to touch her, gentle and slow, moving in time with her deep breaths, making her strive for him without having to move an inch. She wants to say something to encourage him, but his delicate touch is robbing her of speech. He'll just have to take his cues from the rising ecstasy in her scent.