He continued to stare, drinking in every inch of her, as if he was trying to reserve it to memory. When he made no movement, she made an annoyed sound in her throat and took his hand, pulling it up to her breast so that he was cupping it.
It was almost to much for him and he about lost it.
With a moan, she grabbed his other hand and brought it between her legs, letting him feel how wet she was. His knees began to shake slightly; this was what he had dreamed about doing for almost three years now. That seemed to make his brain start to function again, as he began massaging her breast. His fingers slid inside her lips, making her back arch against his hand.