He can't stop himself - his fingers slip under her top, and for the very first time, he feels her skin under his hands. It nearly pushes him too far - he groans openly, and one searches upwards towards her chest before he checks himself. That really would be the end of him. So he pulls back, and just strokes over her flat stomach instead, biting his lip before grasping her waist firmly.

'OK. Like this.'

He reckons pretty much anything'll do it for him right now. And he manages a quiet chuckle in between the heavy breaths he's snatching.

'Good old-fashioned dry hump. Can't beat it.'