His eyes were wide and unblinking, but he wasn't watching her face - he was staring intently off to one side, and after a moment she realized what he was looking at.

Her hand, now paused in its journey up his thigh. He could barely hold still for watching it.

She blushed, smiled and ducked her head.

"Let me know if you don't like it, then," she murmured. "If you want me to stop."

She let her hand continue its journey along soft skin to brush lightly against curls that were already damp. She sucked in a quiet breath at the contact, and then slowly dipped a single finger between the folds, stroking gently.

Ayel was so warm, slick and wet and amazing under her hand. Her eyes closed briefly as she brought her finger up, barely touching.

It wouldn't do to move too fast, to overload him with sensation too soon.