He swallows hard, and fights the instinct to grind against her. His hands wander around to her backside, just long enough for him to appreciate the lovely peachy roundness for himself, and then drop away.

It should be quite clear from the long release of breath and, most obviously, the conspicuous hard-on, that this is costing him dear.

'Then you won' mind if we wait a bit?'

Last week, he'd never dream of saying that. But last week, he wouldn't need to. Everything's different now, and he's not planning on ruining it by going too early.