"Nothing at all," she told him. "I kept the evening free for you. I didn't think this would be a quick visit." She smiled.
She curled her fingers around his and stood, gripping the box in the other hand. "Come," she murmured, urging him up and leading him up the hallway to her bedroom. Stopped just inside the doorway to kiss him again, long and lingering, fingers threading through his hair.
But what did they do now? How did you proceed when your partner had asked you to bugger him? She knew the rhythms of sex, knew how to begin and what moves to make, but how did that change when the end desire was so different? She wasn't sure how to proceed.
"You're going to have to tell me what to do," she said. "I'm a novice at this."