She had to admit, she’d come to appreciate it quite a lot. It was the most wretched thing, but she couldn’t help but compare. If it were him here with her right now, he’d still be thrusting—perhaps he’d have slid his hand down to play with her clit. Maybe he’d drape her over his lap and finger her until she came, or he might press her against some piece of furniture and ravage her with his mouth.