As a woman, she cannot imagine what it might be like for a man to touch a woman in such a way, for the first time. And despite his efforts, he cannot hide the wonderment in his expression as she guides him to touch her.

She hums softly, approving of his touch, wanting to encourage him. Pulling back from his neck, she moves to slip out of her open robe, her hand slipping out of his hair one last gentle, playful tug. "Feel free to explore, Benedict. With your hands, your mouth, whatever strikes your mood best."