Confidence was a funny thing. Generally speaking, David was as awkward as the day was long, but put him into a situation like this—where instincts were primal and there was less thought going into it than there was just going with the flow—and apparently he was the most confident person alive.
He didn't really know a useable word of French, but it also didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Ellie wanted here. David looked up at her again, where she'd led his hand, and he nodded dumbly but allowed instinct to take over. His fingers trailed the area where she left them, exploring warm, smooth skin under the vigilant watch of his eyes.
Yeah, he could feel it. But it was okay. He wanted her to get there first. Not just for the obvious reason—it made it safer; if she got there first he could pull out guilt-free—but because he wanted to watch it while he was still lucid. While he was still completely attentive to her and everything she needed. Before that post-coital haze came over him and he couldn't focus on anything but how good the release had felt.
“I-it's okay, Elle,” he reassured her, rolling his hips in the way that had seemed to elicit the best response from her. “Let go,” he nodded.