"Oh. No- no, I'm definitely not." The draw back of her being able to see his face is she can probably see the flush that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears. His lips part into some sort of lopsided grin as they just hold onto one another.

"I wouldn't be able to - to make you feel good if you didn't give me a clue what to do." So this is clearly all her doing and has nothing do with his own supposed sexual prowess. It helped that they could read each other's thoughts, obviously, but he still felt far from good at any of this. The only thing that told him he was doing something right was the fact that he was able to make her orgasm at all.

"I just didn't want you not to finish when you were going to let me." He bites his lip nervously, not quite able to say words like 'orgasm' or any number of more filthy words like it aloud.