Ellie had no intention of telling him to stop, not that she knew he was waiting for that... Either way, as of now, it wouldn't be coming. Instead she couldn't help the way she arched her back slightly into his touch, letting the softest, breathiest of moans escape past her lips. Her nipples pebbled into tight peaks underneath the material of her thin bra from the heat of his hands, and she wanted to squeeze her knees together tightly to help with the buildup of sensation there, but it was kind of difficult when Henry was sort of between her legs....
"Definitely okay," she managed to get out with a sure nod, biting down on her lower lip, her hands skimming low on Henry's back, her nails gently digging into his flesh underneath the shirt. Not enough to hurt him, but certainly enough for him to feel the slight bite on his skin.
"Do you..." she started, a slightly brush spreading across her cheeks. "Do you want me to take off my shirt?"