She had essentially given him permission, so after a moment, he slid the hand on her hip down, over the curve of her backside. Experimentally, he squeezed, then decided he liked how that felt and did it again, pulling her closer.
Things he had not known about himself: there was a spot on his neck that made his stomach flipflop in an entirely pleasant way, and when Ellie reached it he moaned, low and kind of loud for their current setting, and his hips bucked a little.
"I want to touch," he choked, letting his other hand slide up to cover her breast. "God, I want to touch."
Henry had been ready for this for months, it seemed like, but he'd never thought anyone would want to go here with him. He felt like an explorer, or a scientist, trying to figure out how to make Ellie feel the way she was making him feel.