He'd felt so stupid the night they first shagged. She'd never seen his dick, never even touched it, really, outside moving her weight against him in various delightful rhythms. And as if he thought he could just shove right in? Please. In an abstract way, he knew he couldn't, but after all his careful step-by-step planning of her body's experience, he'd given absolutely none to how it would actually be to take the final step. At the same time, it would have felt - odd, selfish even, to have her do things to him. It had never occurred to him to bring it up.