He made his own little groaning sound, moving his hand off her breast so that he could bring her close to him as her knees went weak. He laid her down slowly, taking his time and enjoying how her hand felt in his hair. So much intimate contact, in a way that his 'assigned women' couldn't give him. He almost pitied them, because they couldn't match this passion.

His other hand had moved as well, cradling her waist to assist in lowering her against the cool ground. As soon as possible though he moved it back, this time sliding past her cock and allowing his fingers to invade her pussy with relish.