It's almost too overwhelming, the caresses of her hands, the touch of her mouth. He wants to touch everywhere he can all at once, but there's only so many boundaries he wants to test without her giving the permission - even though, deep down, there's that part of him that wants to press harder, wants to completely consume her. He ducks down to kiss her neck, her clavicle, partly out of a need to hear more of those sounds from her lips as his fingers skim the hem of her blouse, dared by his own desire.