That throws him for a loop momentarily, and he smiles. She keeps surprising him, without even meaning to.

"Well. I'll have to experiment to know what I really like in practice instead of in theory. But there are some things I've been considering."

He lifts his head, surveys her gorgeous flushed face for a moment, then shifts so he can begin to treat her other nipple with the same rapt attention, tasting and teasing her between words.

"I want to try things with you, Molly. I want to write music you masturbate to."

The image becomes clearer as he narrates it, and the edge of a growl enters his voice.

"I want to play the violin for you, while you sit in my chair. And while I play I want to watch you."