Now that Thomas had relaxed a little, had let go of that thread of concern that he wasn't going to live up to some expectation that didn't exist here, he seemed to be doing much better. Maybe it was because Krem was so wrapped up in what they were doing, in how good it all felt, but Thomas's face was also a wash of pleasure and need, and that was a relief.

Thomas's fingers, shifting and desperate, on Krem's skin were something like an anchor, something like electricity on his skin.

Krem took his fingers off his clit, just long enough to shift one of Thomas's hands to his ass instead of his thigh. He smiled at him, rakish, before licking his fingers obscenely and going back to rubbing himself with a full-bodied moan.