His breathing did not calm down; even if he was a bit calmed, more secure that she wasn't about to do something to truly hurt him, her rough attention, the sensation of her teeth--her fangs--on his skin... it was very, very arousing. She wasn't the only one feeling lusty right now; she was really getting his engine stoked, and it's highly doubtful that she could miss the obvious bulge in his pants.<br/><br/>"It's okay, Erica," He said, leaning in to give her several quick kisses on her lips, before leaning in to nibble at her neck. But, it was not the way she nibbled at him. He was more gentle, as was his usual tendency.  He always was a bit more on the submissive side of things. "You can show me, tell me, when you're ready. We'll take it slow." He thought that would work. Would it? Only time would tell.<br/><br/>He pulled away from her, and tugged her over to the bed. He settled down on it, turned to look at her. He was hastily unbuttoning his flannel shirt, which would soon be tossed to the ground, to the side of the bed.