There's a hitch in the breath he lets out when she rubs him against her, and while he'd like to be able to just do this now, he knows he has to be careful. Ready or not, he's not about to go too hard and hurt her.

So he eases forward, feels some resistance, pulls back, nudges forward again. There's give, this time, so he presses on but Christ, this is going to be hard. Or really, really good, he can't decide yet. He's barely breached her and it already feels like she's squeezing the life out of him.

'...Christ luv, you are tighter than a virgin Catholic schoolgirl on a first date.'

'...you OK?'