[He... can't quite take the nipple-rubbing as a comfort. It just makes him suspect he really is going to walk away from this encounter completely blue-balled.]

I don't care... [Her attentions grant a certain (if not pronounced) deep, rough quality to his tone.] ... how you feel about me right now. I don't care if you don't love me - back. [... Hopefully she'll take his fumbling as flusteredness, rather than the truth behind what he feels slipping through the cracks.] If-- If I can make you happy just once, that's enough for me.