She arched her neck to give him better access, moaning quietly at the gentle pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers continued down his spine, tracing each ridge as if she was tasked with memorizing them, her touch soft because she didn't want to hurt what she'd gathered was quite a sensitive area.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she told him in a low voice, her other hand wrapping around the back of his neck to scratch lightly at the skin there. "I trust you." To not hurt her, to stop if she asked him, to understand if something was too much.