What is the sound of a desperate man? His body fairly vibrates in response to her touch, each sensitive point missing her once she's moved on. Her lips are like fire, her hands like brands where they grip and tease. He can't help it, truly he can't - before too long he's rocking, just slightly, up onto his toes and back onto his heels. He tries not to give in to it, just like he tries not to let his hands wander down to tangle in her hair, but it's hard. What happens, he wonders, if he bursts at the seams from this sort of exquisite torture?