Ibani lets go of his hair when his head presses against her hands, moving her hands farther down, to his shoulders. She doesn't want him to feel trapped, restrained.

"i don't mind slow," Ibani manages after a few seconds. Her voice is warm, affectionate, soft and slightly breathy. She flushes with embarrassment. "I'm, well, I'm learning everything for the first time, here."

She knows that her lack of experience at her age is unusual, to say the least.