Ganieda sucked in her breath when he touched her, her eyes widening, and she moved her legs apart, just a little. Ganieda stroked him, feeling the warmth of him, the way he pulsed in her hand, so hard, yet soft.
She moaned softly, the barest breath of a sigh, and released him gently, moving her hands to his chest. She opened her eyes to look at him. "You feel wonderful in my hands," she whispered.
She felt herself moaning at his touch between her legs, and she pushed her hips into his hand.