"Sure, I think you give me a pretty good show of exactly how much you enjoy my face," he smirked a little, remembering the ride that was about to be replayed for them. He settled, feeling that nervous energy starting to dissolve as she spoke so affectionately and lovingly about him and his appearance. He had never been shy about his body, but it definitely felt good to hear how she felt about him.
It was strange to rewatch it, but the feeling of cringing at his own lack of control was pretty much wiped out by seeing again how lost they were in each other. Fuck, it was beautiful. They'd crested their own little world and just let themselves get blissed out on one another.
What was he thinking? His strong arm wrapped around her shoulders holding her close, and he pulled his eyes from the screen for a moment to see her now, in the present, pressed up against him and saying the sweetest thing.
"I really trust you," he told her after a moment. "You know for all my talk, I've always held something back. Self-preservation, or..." he shrugged, not really wanting to psychoanalyse himself in that moment. "But I trust you completely, with all of me. I guess that's what I was thinking," he explained, smiling at then glancing back at the screen to see the evidence of that in front of them.