His mind attempted to get hazy, a swirl of sensations overwhelming him, but he fought against it, trying to register every move, each word, all the sensory input. There was little that he recalled that felt pleasant, let alone truly good or beautiful, and this was too much of all of these to let any part of it go to waste.

And then there was her. She was gorgeous, and he was not quite sure how to express the appreciation, the attraction, in ways that were neither gross nor - breaking. But she was. Fire of her hair, flame in her eyes, body slender and supple, yet curvy, in perfect shape... He ran his fingers down her side, then up, brushing the side of a breast, then settled with the tips resting against the pulse at her throat, and just... kissed her. Yes, his trousers were getting tight, but with her weight against him and the way they moved, with the scent and taste of her on him, it was good. So good.