He moans too, and visibly sags as pleasure eases through him. Her touch is a relief, of course, but it's the connection that gets him every time. This all still feels so new; he still can't believe he got this lucky. Can't believe he hasn't messed it up yet, either; there's always time for that though, so he thanks his lucky stars every time she lets him take her clothes off.

'Christ, luv...' His eyes close, and he lets the rhythm draw over him. His hands are not still though, still looking for a way into her clothes.

'Where's the...how do I get these off?'