She wouldn't have wanted to admit to him that she felt shy about what she was doing. It would hardly have been believable, with her fingers wrapped around his cock, and she'd once been a married woman besides. But just as Peter had scarcely given a thought to her pleasure, he'd never asked her to see to his in any particular way. In that sense, she was likely more inexperienced than Desmond.

But there was something shamefully exciting about the feel of him hard in her hand, obviously wanting more. She curled her fingers around him tighter and began stroking, eager to see what other reactions that would garner.

When she felt his hand move lower, though, it was her turned to be surprised, and she let out a breathy sigh before smiling against his mouth as she kissed him again. She'd told him to put his hands on her, and he'd cheerfully obliged, but she wanted more, and found herself lifting her hips slightly against his touch.