What is this feeling?

Raphael ran his hand down Violetta's red thigh, slowly removing her knees from her chest.

The woman grew nervous with every touch of his, but he didn't care. Her breasts were now revealed to him. They were beautifully large, and her nipples a bright pink, almost blending in with her skin.

Then his eyes fell to the slits in between her legs. He noticed a slight wetness in the insides of her thigh. She was clearly sensitive to the touch of his hands.

"You've never been touched like this before have you?" He asked the woman, who now looked away from him shyly.

"No, I haven't. Christopher didn't care for such things-" Her words were cut off as Raphael reached a handover and grabbed at her breast.

They were so soft that it felt like they were melting around his fingers. He squeezed at both of them, rubbing his fingers across the pink nipples and flicking them gently.