She can dare to push the boundaries and intensify things however she would wish to - he would not protest a thing from her, in this moment (something that does fall into the grey area of control and power, but it will not be a concern here and now) with how good she is making him feel with her kisses and her hands on his skin.

His collarbones have always been sensitive and this is no exception; when her fingertips trace over them he swallows back a pleasured groan, breath hitching hard in his lungs.

"Please," he begs, his voice a little desperate (now that he knows that touch from another can bring such feelings and emotions racing through his mind, he finds he wants more of it) and ragged. "Kiss me again, like that?"