The way his lips pull at her throat jars her. She tenses again, and this time pulls back a little; her shoulders hunch noticeably, like she's trying to protect herself. But it's been a long enough time since she was touched like this that she reacts to his hands, the press of his leg, and at length she relaxes. She moans quietly, digging her fingers into his dress shirt. Her thigh slides against his on reflex, toes curled.

Exhaling:

"Only half? Well, that ain't nothin' t'be ashamed of."