Hearing Lenore breathe out his name like that had definitely been a factor in far too many dreams. It sounded even better out loud, for real. But he wasn't some high school virgin, he'd already told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to lay her out, go down on her, make her tremble, give her the kind of pleasure she'd never experienced before. This was a first of many things, but he wanted to start those firsts with the exact reason why he'd always been so promiscuous before. He wanted to show her the beauty behind sex. The blissful silence that came with such a messy act.
He trailed kisses along the inside of her thigh, crook her leg to the side, slightly open, with a hand under the bend of her knee. This kissing was soft enough to tickle. He hooked his fingers on the band of her panties, and dragged down the last article of clothing Lenore wore. He probably wouldn't be able to express the kind of beauty he found in nudity, not that now was quite the right time to do that, but his gaze did rake over Lenore briefly, before he lowered his mouth to her pelvic bone and traced over it with his tongue.