Her stomach clenched at his attention to her nipple. She could feel that she was already wet between her legs, already so aroused that she shifted her hips, seeking friction that wasn't there.
She watched for his reaction, feeling encouraged by the sighing groan, at the way his eyes fluttered closed. She could feel the vein on the underside of his penis that he seemed to want her to press.
She took his physical instruction and adjusted her touch. Her thumb brushed experimentally over the head of his penis on the upstroke, feeling the little bit of moisture there.
Her other hand reached for his, brought it between her legs. "Touch me," she whispered.