Skin to skin contact is about the most perfect thing in the world right now. He adjusts as best he can to let her get close, and then folds around her, kissing her neck and fondling her arse. He needs to distract himself a bit. Every stroke of her hand sends a flood of aching pleasure rolling under his skin, building slowly. If it didn't feel so good, it would almost be relaxing.

'I'll take care of you later. See if you w- shit, rub there - were tellin' the truth.'