She pulls away, crooking a finger at him, gesturing for him to take her place on the pad. The heat of her hand remains, a phantom caress that seems to keep moving of it's own accord, down the front of his shin, along his insole, and back up the inside of his knee and thigh.

She rests on her knees, hands between her legs, smirking at him like a kitten in cream. Her expression softens a bit. "If it is too much, you will tell me, and I will stop."