Okay. [She breathes, eyes watching him carefully. She gets in one good, deep breath which only hitches slightly at the end while his hand slides down over her stomach. It flexes in response, her hips and thighs shifting in anticipation, and rising as his hand returns where it once was.
Her moan starts as a soft sound, growing from the back of her throat. Her hand stays where he set it, fingers curling and twisting into the sheets. The right spots hit and buttons pressed make those noises more pronounced with urgency.]