[ His lack of experience is proving not to be nearly as much of a roadblock as he'd thought it might be. The subtle motions of her hips, the hitch in her voice, the way she all but begs for him to continue... that's all the encouragement he needs.

But there's something even stronger behind it all. It's a desire to please her, to make her happy and blissful. To fulfill her needs, to pay back some of the joy she's given him as a friend... and as something more.

The way his fingers move in and out of her is almost reverent now, like he's savoring the feel of her around him even as he keeps the pace steady. His thumb, meanwhile, brushes downward from her pelvis to the spot right above her entrance, carefully stroking the hooded nub he notices there. That's what the guys seem to lick in those magazines he's read, so does that mean the girl likes it? ]

Even if you couldn't cook at all, I wouldn't care. I know that's not the case, but I mean it.

[ He brushes his lips up against hers, his voice as affectionate as it is dark and husky. ]

I'd still want to spend the rest of my life with Mion... and make love to her as much as I can. ♥

[ A little less crude than his shiritori words had been, but he wants to make sure she knows this is much more than just physical attraction.

Hell, why shouldn't he want to spend the rest of his life with her? She's the person who made his life interesting and full of happiness. If he'd never met her, he's certain he'd be miserable.

The least he can do is make sure she's as happy as he is. ]