He moans outright at the way her fingers sink into his hair, bringing his dream to life as if she were jumping off the page of the book he was just reading to her. Barely able to keep up with the fevered kiss, he grips on tighter to her hip, not being shy anymore in the way he grinds against her, knowing she's just as compromised as he is.

Chest heaving and pupils blown black, he attempts fruitlessly to catch his breath, only losing it all over again when she begins to taunt him. His lips part for her finger automatically, and he nods to each question more vigorously than the last. "Pepper," he whispers, her name hallowed and sacred like a prayer the way it comes across his lips. "You know that's what I want. Please..." He kisses her fingertip before drawing it into his mouth with light suction, eyes imploring her to get his way. He still doesn't feel like this is real, or like he's worthy of touching her at all. It's what keeps holding him up from being bolder, at least with his hands. But after everything he's not sure he could accept being relegated to the shower once again.

He drops her finger from his mouth suddenly and leans back into her ear, his hand pushing under her leggings and gripping her flank, still nervous but determined to make his case all the same. "I want to service you, with my mouth. Let me... I'll make you feel so good. I want to worship you, please. Use me."