The fact that Taylor was STILL able to speak was a wonder to him. Everything Vi had done to him had destroyed most of his control. In fact Taylor was surprising himself that he was still holding his own right now. The desires to explore and draw things out though was wasting away; especially with Vi's hand moving over the length of him. He almost buckled and fell over right then and there as her fingers passed over him. Taylor did n0t know that Vi was picturing her tossing her to the bed and doing what he wished. So as he pulled her toward him and then spun her around he was not expecting a bad reaction but Taylor was not sure just what to expect just yet.
Taylor could only shake his head as she spoke, Taylor's hand along Vi's breast dropped away; his hand taking her other one while he nudged her toward the bed, that nudge just a gentle one at first until he smirked wickedly. "You are a naughty little lovebird." That was the last thing he spoke before he pushed her toward the bed with a growl. As Vi fell back Taylor followed until he was resting over her, his body settling between her legs as he playfully took her hands and pinned them down as he smirked and leaned in just to brush his lips against her own.