She was playing with his chest hair, pulling a little, combing her hand through it. It was dark and a little curly, and much softer than she expected it to be.

'Are you not… disappointed?' she asked, her voice a bit uncertain.

'Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?' he answered, surprised.

'That we haven't had sex yet.' she whispered.

'Love, you came on my fingers less than half an hour ago. I kissed and licked most of your body, and even bit a few particularly tasty bits. I can still feel the taste of your juices in my mouth. If that wasn't sex, I don't know what you'd consider sex.' he chuckled.

She felt her face beginning to burn.

'You know what I mean!' she snapped, a tad irritated by her own embarrassment but still, more than a little embarrassed.

'I may or may not know, you've only one way to find out. By spelling it out', he pushed, mirth still in his voice.

'Are you not disappointed that we haven't gone all the way?' she braved out after a moment, staring fixedly at his chest hair that she's been playing with.

'Not particularly, no.' he stated.

'Care to elaborate?' she asked in a somewhat impatient tone, annoyed at having to pull the words out of him. She was certain he understood what she was getting at.

'Love, sex, despite its deceptive simplicity, isn't simple. It takes time for someone to learn their body, how they like to be touched, what drives them wild. You're young, and your life has been very difficult until recently. You haven't been given time and opportunities to experience what teenagers normally experience with each other. Despite the war you won, you are innocent in many aspects. I don't want to push you somewhere I am not sure you are ready to be. And I don't want you to push yourself.' he said, gently stroking her hair.

'But what about your needs?' she hesitated. 'I don't want to feel like you are making sacrifices. I don't want to feel like I am always only taking and taking, I want to give, too!'

'I assure you, I am not feeling neglected in the slightest. In fact, watching your face while you were trashing on the bed, trying so desperately to be quiet, feeling your pussy squeeze my fingers, it's been extremely satisfying' he lazily explained, his hand sliding down her head to stroke her jaw. 'You could say, it's been the highlight of my evening. I would change nothing about this evening, except perhaps I wish you didn't feel the need to deprive me of the sounds I was trying to coax out of you. Why did you feel like you needed to keep yourself quiet?' he asked.

Her face was burning, both at the dirty talk and at the directness of his question.

'I… I didn't want to sound stupid.' she mumbled somewhere into his arm.

'Why did you think you might? I mean, I was working very hard on teasing those sounds out of you, why would I not want to hear them?'' he enquired.

'The girls in the dorms talked about how boys think it sounds cheap if you are too loud' she explained quietly, her face still feeling hot from the fierce blush that felt was right at home there, considering the topic of the conversation.

'I am not a boy, love. If you feel like being loud, be loud. Don't care about appearances when it's just you and I' he asked, the playfulness of his tone somewhat diminished.

'I won't. But coming back to my original point … You didn't come.' She quietly said. 'I want to see you come, too.'

He slid his hand under her chin and lifted her face, so he could look into her eyes.

'Can you trust that I find it satisfying to be giving for now, and not taking?' he asked, serious all of a sudden.

'I can. But I want to give, too' she was nothing if not persistent.

'What do you want to give?' his mischievous grin was back, his eyes shining with something hard to describe, his demeanour transforming from languid and relaxed, moving towards something hungry, serious and maybe a tad predatory. 'What can I do to ensure you feel you are an equal participant here?'

'Teach me how to please you.'