"I'm glad you are okay with it, because I cannot stop." He ran his finger under the elastic of her thong, stroking underneath as he kissed along her collarbone. He was in no rush, in fact he wanted to move as slowly as possible, to savor the moment. He slid them slowly off of her, chuckling at her words. "A lot? I'm ... fairly sure, yes. But you are the only one I married." And only the second one he'd ever loved. He shook his head. "Do not feel guilty for fantasizing. I was as well, and I was far too old for you. The guilt is mine."