He was a pillar of propriety but his hands itched to do more than hold her. As her passion swelled her impatience grew to be intolerable. What was he waiting for? Girls were not supposed to be aggressive about things like this but she took his wrist and moved his hand to her bottom. He was surprised but not unhappy and he reveled in stroking and gently squeezing it. She cooed and kissed him more fervently.