'yes , i trust you , justin , ' she said , her hands clinging to the width of his shoulders as he sat up to edge forwards on the seat , his gaze once again holding hers captive as he began to move , the hardness of his shaft stroking against the swollen nubbin between her dampened thighs , the wetness there allowing his silken hardness to glide up and between her swollen folds rather than entering , breaching , the sheath beneath .