He never brought any of that up because to him, it didn't matter, and to Mary it was likely preferable to not address it. He had no shame about any of it but that didn't mean he felt any need to brag about it. Were she ever to ask about it, however, he would be more than willing to answer.

But not now. Now all that mattered was him and Mary, together, each other's— and no one else.

"Talk about how your breasts perk up when I look at you? How easily your nipples harden with a brush of my hand?" He nipped at her ear, fingers pushing in and out of her slowly. "Or how wet you are for me every time, even before I slide my hand between your legs. You open for me so easily, Mary— look at you now. How badly you want me. Tell me, is this good enough for you? Or do you want... more?"