Those are pretty great too.

Mmmm kisses.

"So," she says, when it is starting to get late evening, "do you have, like, a clear line in the sand--you say you're not going to fuck me yet, and that's--fine--but, like, what exactly qualifies, because 'watch each other get ourselves off' clearly doesn't, and 'penetrative intercourse' clearly does, but there's, like, space, between those two things."

"...I know where the line is but it's hard to describe."

"I could say things and you could tell me which side of the line they fall on?"

"Sure."

"The thing you asked me not to do this morning?"

"Kind of borderline, which is why I asked."

"Okay...I assume from the way you responded when I said I was looking forward to your mouth other places than mine that oral sex is on the 'counts' side..."

"- depends, actually. In general, things where you're getting me off are more on the 'counts' side than things where I'm getting you off. It just - seemed easier at the time to count it, since I don't know how to define where the line actually is."

"--Oh."

He grins at her.

She kisses him fiercely.

Mmmmmm, kiss.

She breaks the kiss and whispers in his ear: "Forefinger and middle finger inside me, thumb circling my clit, mouth nibbling at my breasts--"

His hand tightens in her hair and he inhales audibly.

"—there's the line and then there's—things where I'll end up fighting myself—if we're going to do this I want to start slower than that—"

"--Yeah that's fair." Slightly contrite kisses.

"I love you." Kiss. Long lingering passionate kiss.

Ohh yes good.

Mmmmmm.

"I could hold you in my lap while you get yourself off again. I liked that. I could hold you and kiss you and - do things that won't make me fight myself." Kiss.

Slight squirming. "That sounds nice. What--what kinds of things--"

"Mm—I can touch you but—not there, not yet—"

She bites her lip and whimpers slightly. "I--really like having my breasts played with," she admits.

Kiss. "I can do that."

She kisses him and reaches between her legs.

And he scoops her a little closer and puts his arm around her shoulders so she has something to lean back into while she sits sideways on his lap; and he kisses her and pets her hair; and then he trails his hand down her cheek and her jaw and her neck and over her collarbone and onto her breasts. They are lovely. Her skin is so soft, he feels like he could happily spend hours just running his hands all over her.