As before, Henry was purely working on instinct. Bare skin in his hands... he felt powerful. He pinched one nipple, and daringly, bent his head to take the other in his mouth. Not that he had any real idea of what he was doing, but he read, and he'd seen some movies in his time.
"Ellie," he breathed. She'd said, and shown him, that touching her was okay, so he tentatively put his hand on her leg, inching it upwards under the hem of her skirt. "I feel like I could explode, Ellie... I want... I want..."
He trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence and hoping perhaps she did.