"I," Krem started, and then sort of laughed, rolling his hips again. He reached down and touched her head, pushing her hair back gently. She was so soft and lovely, down there between his legs, he could hardly stand it.

His melancholy chewed at him for a moment, but he shoved it away.

"I haven't really got a preference. Very versatile. A bit roughly is nice?" A soft, affected laugh slipped out of him and he cupped her cheek, smudging his thumb over her cheekbone. "However you'll have me."