Remind her in no uncertain terms that she has nothing to hide from you anymore

"Oh you silly girl," you chide with a light tone, "take it with both hands."

She snaps her head from looking at the glass to your face in surprise. You make an audible sigh before sitting right next to her on the bed, her side warming up to your still sweaty body. You sneak your free arm around her shoulder and you hold the glass in front of her chest. She looks up at your face and she could see the commanding look on it, finally she meekly looks at the glass, removes her arms from her breast and crotch, and holds it awkwardly with both hands.

"We had fun last night," you say offhandedly, "you even passed out on me."

Her fingers tighten on the glass, and she starts to raise it for a sip instead of replying. Not a good enough response, you think, and you sneak your hand under her armpit to hold her by the breast instead of around her shoulder. She freezes with her lips on the glass, but you're not done and you use your other hand to grab her free breast as well. You idly massage her breasts and pull on her nipples lightly while she's still frozen in an awkward position.

"I know you're feeling good," you whisper in her ear, "but I need you to drink. Now."

She shivers from your voice, and with that it's as if her body rebooted. She pulls her head back as she drinks the entire glass in one long pull, her body leaning back over your arm and giving you better access to her chest as she does so. She turns her head to look at you and you could already tell her vision's clouded over with lust.

"Good girl," you praise her, "tell me what you're feeling right now."

"I feel good, sir." She answers reflexively, "you make me feel good."

There's something from how she said it that makes you doubt her answer. You realize you might need to coax some more out of her.

You stop fondling her, and she looks at you with some bewilderment as you separate from her and stand up. She starts to move up as well but you stop her with a hand on her shoulder and have her lie down on the bed. You notice her arms start to instinctively cover herself but she makes a noticeable effort to let them rest on her sides.

"I want you to be completely honest with me," you say softly, "Can you do that for me?"

"But I a-" she starts to protest, but you place a finger over her mouth.

"I know you're a good girl who won't lie to me," you say, "but you left out something from your answer earlier, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry," she replies, "I didn't want to..."

"It's alright," you coo, stroking her hair and running your thumb over her forehead to make her relax a little, "I just want to understand you."

"I feel..." she starts, stops herself midway, but steels herself and continues to answer, "scared."

"Scared of me?" You ask, rather taken aback,

"No sir!" She hastily answers, "I'm scared of what we're doing."

You raise an eyebrow at that, "what do you mean?"

"This is..." she blushes an even brighter shade of red, "this is sexual intercourse, isn't it?"

What.

Now your mind needs a reboot.

She stares at you uncertainly, and continues with, "I mean, mother warned me about being naked with a man."

You blink. And you'd like to pretend it took you a moment to collect yourself but if you're honest you've taken a lot longer than that.

"Well," you start, "you're close. What we're doing, it's definitely something you can do with a man while naked."

"But?"

"But it's not yet intercourse," you tell her, and you decide that you might as well make this a teaching moment, "touch yourself where I touched you."

She readily obeys, and her hands start kneading her breasts. You notice she's even twisting and pulling on her nipples like how you did it.

"You're feeling good, right?" You ask her, "how does it feel?"

"It does feel good," she answers, "but not as good as when you do it."

"Why, thank you," you say with a grin, "when you touch yourself, or when I touch you, that's not intercourse. That's a way for you to prepare for intercourse."

With that, you place a hand on her abdomen and slide your fingers down to her crotch, and she instinctively spreads her legs and bends her knees to give you easy access.

"How about that?" You ask rhetorically, "your body knows better than you do."

She looks at you quizzically, and you place a hand on her knee.

"Your body knows it feels good," you tell her, "and it knows what it needs to do to feel even better."

You now place your hand over her pussy, and your fingers quickly find themselves covered in her juices. You play idly with her labia and clitoris, and her toes curl up pulling on the sheets as her hands start to fondle her breasts more forcefully. You then put your knee down on the bed above her head, and your cock presents itself dangling over her eyes.

"Take a good look at my cock," you tell her, and you place a finger on the entrance of her vagina and playfully tap on it, " this will enter you down there, and that is what counts as intercourse."

She makes an audible moan, and you see her move her hand up to grab hold of your dick, but you quickly grab her wrist and slam it down on the bed. She winces in pain, but you hold it firm.

"Hmm," you tease her, "impatient, aren't you?"

She nods wordlessly, but you just give her a smile and you move off her body. You take her by the hand and have her stand up in front of you. You place a hand on her cheek and caress her face gently, and you swear she purrs at your touch.

"Not yet," you tell her, to her visible disappointment, "there are still things we need to do first."

She perks up at that and hastily replies with, "then let's do them!"

You laugh and embrace her, and she hugs you back in better spirits.