[He's dizzy, really he is. Head all giddy with the rush of blood going out, maybe, or just with the hormones that suddenly have a reason to scream through his bloodstream. But Lisbeth pressing on his hand does remind him, and he shuts his eyes. Squeezes them closed, even.
It helps a little, not to be able to see her doing that glorious thing she's doing, and even with the slight callouses on the tips of his fingers he can still feel his way around her just fine. He remembers what she looks like perfectly, he's spent so much time staring these few times she's let him see it. Finding that magic little nub she likes for him to touch is easy, and he starts to rub it for her again. His hips start to jerk again too, but they do that all on their own, without any help from him.]
Re: action.
It helps a little, not to be able to see her doing that glorious thing she's doing, and even with the slight callouses on the tips of his fingers he can still feel his way around her just fine. He remembers what she looks like perfectly, he's spent so much time staring these few times she's let him see it. Finding that magic little nub she likes for him to touch is easy, and he starts to rub it for her again. His hips start to jerk again too, but they do that all on their own, without any help from him.]
That's it?