Herman presses the palm of his hand against the supple curve of her inner thigh, his finger slipping further under the garter as she guides him encouragingly. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's meandering through one of his own dreams. The moment is almost surreal when the pad of his fingertip finds its mark -- warm, silky, wet. He catches his lower lip lightly between his teeth at the sensation, his heart racing at the simple pleasure of it.