"Mmmh..." He rumbles in response, stilling for a microsecond against her shoulder while he twitches hotly in her hand. "If you want... the truth, I'm glad it was you that volunteered."

Not about to leave her left out, he relieves his free hand from her hips and slips it between her legs, investigating her drenched petals.

"I wonder how you taste..." He whispers against her ear, and then realises with a glance around:

"I wonder if there's even enough room in here for me to find out."

Because, you know. Tube.