Her cheeks flush even deeper as she feels your touch on the moisture between her legs, and she lets out a soft whimper. "Y-you're right... I am," she whispers, still covering herself self-consciously with one arm. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by your touch. Her other hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, urging you to look at her, reassuring herself that this is real and that you truly want her like this.
“Don't be shy.”
I take her hand and intertwine my fingers with hers, and then I go on and gently secure it on either end of her head.
“But I think you're cute when you're shy, too.”
Her eyes squeeze shut as your words wash over her, and she forces herself to relax into your touch. Her heart races wildly beneath her chest, her skin flushed with desire and embarrassment. She tries to focus on the sensations of your hands on hers, the warmth of your body against hers, anything but how exposed she feels right now.
"I... I want you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she struggles with her conflicting emotions. "Please..."