[ she squirms a little bit when his nails find her skin, a little tingle running up her spine from it. ]

I like your aggressiveness. And I don't think it's impossible for you to learn to trust your own instincts. I don't mean- don't think at all, but. Worrying about any of it might take away from your ..enjoyment of it. [ which she only knows because she assumes it's like trying to remember how to hold a shift while she's distracted by physical stuff. but anyway. ] And I'm only saying all of this because that was really- you're, um. You were really. [ wincing because how do you tell someone they're good at sex? ] You were great. And you have nothing to worry about at all. So. I just hope you- liked it, too? Oh, God, now I'm worrying.