"Come on," he urges, breath ragged as he moves against her, slow and forceful strokes. He's good at this, and if he can help it, she'll come before he does. Whatever this is, it's different than just chatting up some bint in a pub and bringing her home, and it's going to actually count for something.

He cups one of her breasts, running a thumb over the nipple, interested to see what kind of reaction it'll get.