To herself, yes, though that was the last thing she was thinking about as she bucked into his hand. Meetra kept her eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at him and too aroused to care. That was probably fortunate, as she would have found the poise amusing and the reserve a little off putting. A fit of giggles might have ruined the mood. Instead of laughter, what came out was a wanton, almost insistant moan.