Her movements gradually softened and slowed, and he chastised himself for feeling bereft of her touch already. She was still rubbing his back gently, her touch more caressing than massaging, so it was stupid to feel like she'd already pulled away. While she'd requested that he speak as openly as he'd asked her to, he very much doubted she knew just how dangerous a thing she asked of him. He swallowed thickly, hoping his voice didn't come across as hoarse with need and desire as it sounded to his own ears.

"I want so many things... Maybe someday, I'll be able to tell you about them," he murmured and turned his head to look at her. He had no doubt he was a little flushed, his eyes betraying his desire, but he had a vague hope she wouldn't know how to interpret the look. Shifting a little, he bit back a moan as the movement caused some rather pleasurable but entirely inappropriate friction to his groin. He'd need more than a moment to calm himself before he was anywhere near presentable to see her to the door, or even stand up, despite the low lighting of the room.

Her hands were still moving in tantalizing circles over his skin, and it was almost as if she was as reluctant to end the contact as he was. It stoked a small hope withing him, and maybe he was deluding himself, but he'd at least let himself take this small chance. Unwinding his arms from under the pillow, he rested his head on one and reached out with the other to put his hand on her knee, watching with fascination as his thumb caressed her lightly. "I don't know, is there? Something you've missed?" His eyes flicked up to her face, looking at her openly and guilelessly.