'Unintentional', sure, he would believe that for a whole second as he groans, pulling he into his lap. It's a sweet sort of torturous ecstasy and he rocked his hips in time with her.

"Bobbie..." He murmured, almost a breath, and no other words followed. As if he had to say her name, outloud, for it to be real. He ducked his head, pressing lips to her collarbone, his hands sliding up her muscled frame until the found far softer flesh, slowing and teasing as they finally found her breasts. He groaned again, open mouthed against her throat as he slowly began to let his fingers knead into her supple breasts, the feeling making his aching cock twitch and arc under her, straining to rub against her as he rocked.

( He was determined to be patient. )