That moan - oh, that moan was the best sound he'd ever heard, quiet but very honest, very real as his fingers slid down her back. And the fact that she had made that sound because of him... well, that just made it about a hundred times better. His eyes fluttered shut for good and stayed that way as her lips touched his chest again, almost arching his back to press himself closer, wanting more of that touch. Though when she moved, shifting up again to kiss his lips, his eyes slipped open when she spoke, making him smile both at her sincerity, and with his own hopeful nervousness. While she was worried she might not measure up, she had nothing to measure up to - yes, he'd been tempted, but he'd had a girl waiting back home for him, and he'd kept his debauchery in Melbourne to getting falling-down-drunk and a whole lot of staring. Maybe there had been some drunken touches, but really... those couldn't compare, and they hadn't gone very far. Not where this, he suspected, was going to go.
He glanced up at her; he knew how things were supposed to work, and he'd fantasized plenty, helped on by a healthy dose of the lewdest talk the United States Marine Corps had to offer. But here and now, when it really came down to it... "I don't know that I know, exactly, either," he admitted quietly, fingers brushing against the bare skin at the small of her back as his other hand rested at her hip. "I've never... well, it's probably not something most men would admit, but..." He was a virgin, that was all there was to it, but he knew what his body was telling him, the same as Summer did. "I was hoping... we could figure it out together?" He wasn't sure how this was supposed to work, what society thought, but maybe if they just... talked, told each other when something felt good, when they wanted more or when it was too much... "And I do know that if you decide you don't want to do something... tell me. Please." He would much rather stop in the middle of something than go all the way thinking it was something she wanted only to find out later it wan't.
I think he'd actually be a good boy if he definitely had someone waiting back home~
He glanced up at her; he knew how things were supposed to work, and he'd fantasized plenty, helped on by a healthy dose of the lewdest talk the United States Marine Corps had to offer. But here and now, when it really came down to it... "I don't know that I know, exactly, either," he admitted quietly, fingers brushing against the bare skin at the small of her back as his other hand rested at her hip. "I've never... well, it's probably not something most men would admit, but..." He was a virgin, that was all there was to it, but he knew what his body was telling him, the same as Summer did. "I was hoping... we could figure it out together?" He wasn't sure how this was supposed to work, what society thought, but maybe if they just... talked, told each other when something felt good, when they wanted more or when it was too much... "And I do know that if you decide you don't want to do something... tell me. Please." He would much rather stop in the middle of something than go all the way thinking it was something she wanted only to find out later it wan't.