"Sorry," he mumbles, refusing to look at me as he throws his shirt and ballcap back on. God, he's mortified. "That usually doesn't happen like that. That...fast."
"It's okay."
"I'm normally - " he shakes his head, angry with himself. "I can last a lot longer."
I know it's a big deal to him, but it shouldn't be - what just happened was hot. Like, super-hot. The fact that he couldn't stop himself, that he lost control with me has my brain buzzing and my body begging for round two. "Really, it's fine. Totally fine."
He's still not looking at me. Some question plays behind his eyes, which he keeps focused on the seat in front of him. "Was that...the first time you've let anyone do that?"
"Yes."
He barely sneaks a peek. "Did you...like it?"