Their heavy breathing intermingles for a moment. He can't let her touch him, not yet, not when his cock is so eager for release that he borders on some madness. He caresses the fine, thin skin on her wrists. It's even softer than the cashmere sweater he'd pulled on that morning. The finest luxury, and it's here before him for the taking, but, just with all the fine things in his home, she requires care, tenderness, attention.