[ Slowly he can feel her trying to relax those muscles. And given the sigh she lets out, he knows the kneading of his fingers must be helping.

Her last inquiry has him pausing momentarily, though. ]

I'm not certain I'm open for that, just yet.

[ Catching himself and his own hesitation, he resumes pressing small circles against the muscles of her shoulders. ]

I want you to tell me just what you'd like me to do to you. Move my hands where you'd like them. Tell me where to kiss you. Show me just what your body wants from me.