To feel a hardening rod, as it was, was yet another first for Alexia. She had no real idea how to deal with that besides letting her instincts guide her to rub herself against it, increasing the pressure of contact.
Neither of the two knew how long had passed since they had started but eventually, much to Alexia's dismay, Caius's hand relaxed on her thigh and he pulled his face away from hers.
"This really seems an inappropriate place for this," Caius said.
Alexia had just leaned forward, her instincts guiding her to insist they continue but Caius's words helped her regain her sense. She blinked a few times, dropped her leg from his side, her hand from his hair but still held on to his hip. Seemingly unable to let go. In turn, while Caius had taken his hand off her thigh, he still held the back of her neck, and his thumb was also still on her cheek.
"What— the hell was that?" Alexia asked, sounding breathless.
"Hmm?" Caius responded.
