He ran his fingers up her legs slowly, those graceful, dancers calves and up her thighs, but he looked up her body, up at her face to assure himself he was still welcome, still wanted. He smiled at her, soft and a little nervous. Not to do this, but just the moment of worry of if he would be enough.

"Yes?" His hands stopped where her thighs bent into her hips, his thumbs treacherously close to her cunt. But he waited, poised and ready to move forward or pull back at her slightest word.