She has no wish to shame him; on the contrary she thinks him above it, so worthy that no shame could touch him. This is but a game, and the games of man and wife are of no consequence to any save themselves.

But for herself...it is a dizzying thing, to have his need for her be so great that he begs for the privilege of touching her.

She is a little merciful. She keeps herself held high but bends enough to brush her mouth against his, as lightly as the cloth of her chemise brushed him a moment before. If he wishes to do more, he may. For this moment.