Through the blinding need and desire and almost pain of wanting her so bad, the humor filters through and he manages to give her a slightly crooked smile. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Then he can't wait anymore. He needs to be inside her, needs to feel her around him. His gaze locks on hers, his eyes watching her as he starts to press in.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck, oh god." It wasn't like his hand. Wasn't like it with lotion or lube or warming gel. It wasn't like anything he'd done by himself in the shower or the privacy of his bedroom. This was a million times more and he was surprised he wasn't just ramming into her to feel it all.