musebox for Ashfae's minions

She chuckles, though it is a little breathless; her breathing is quicker with excitement and a little nervousness. She slides her hands around to his front, palming his chest under his shirt, a little hesitant. Already this is more than they have done, and she is very aware of every new sensation. "Should I then stop?" Half a jest, half a genuine question; much as she wants to explore him, the feel of his fingers on her spine causes a delicious shiver. "At least, for a few minutes?"