How strange that having someone hold her hand should feel more intimate than jerking him off had. The way he holds their hands, briefly, sends a shiver through her that has little too do with physical stimulation and more with the way he weaves their hands together and the way his cool green eyes seem to soften as he studies her fingers.

Her heart thuds a little faster in her chest, rattling just a little with a brief anxiety that maybe this is... too much somehow.

It's silly. Children hold hands. She shouldn't react like it's filthy, or like he's tried to get emotional.

She swallows down both the nervous energy and the the heat, and then his hands are on her body anyway, and back in her comfort zone. Having him fondle her breasts, play with her nipples, caress her ribs... that she knows what to do with. She leans into it, covers his hands with hers as she urges a little more pressure, cupping his hands firmly, and by extension her tits.

"Good start."