He would gladly do it anytime he had the chance. The feeling of it being done to him was one he relished and her comfort level was important to maintain. A new high was one meant to be tended carefully and with a loving hand.

Of course, there was no helping the subtle surge of lust that went through him as she lifted her shirt and his fingers found her side, brushing up and over her stomach so he could turn his palm out on her. "I like touching you," he purred softly, hand slowly running up and down the flat plane of her torso, getting further in each direction with each soft stroke that gave way to the barest touch of his fingers.

"Take off your shirt," he encouraged softly. "Give me free reign."