It almost scares him to consider the possibility that he doesn't want to stop doing this, doesn't want to reach the point where he'll have to call it quits - because a part of him is worried, however selfishly, that she'll draw even further away from him in the aftermath, and then the longing will be worse. She's somehow permeated his own shields, like an infusion in his skin or a sickness that he doesn't want to get rid of. How can it be bad when it feels like this, with her arching underneath him when he kisses the valley between her breasts, her hands touching whatever she can reach?