He's told her before. Sort of. But now is not the time to worry about it; he turns his head, pushes his lips to hers hard, licking his way into her mouth.

'Tha's it. Tha's it, stay still, let me...'

He finds that magic spot, presses into it and rubs, while his thumb flicks feather-light swipes across the top of her clit. He looks her in the eye, breathes her breath, pushes for it all the way.

'C'mon, Bols. Let me have it.'