"I'm not in a hurry to leave," he reassures her, and there's something thrilling about her blush, as he watches her between gasps; as she picks up the pace, slowly; as he aches, and his hands move over her chest, teasing and coaxing and putting last night's lessons to good work now as a student.

At her stammered question, he goes even redder, but manages a quick "Yes!" before lapsing into silence a moment, mouth working.

"We don't have to rush," he says, pressing stubbornly ahead despite his nerves. "But I want to see all of you. And I want you to see all of me."