Sharp teeth caught at her bottom lip and he chuckled, a rumbling baritone sound as she bucked and squirmed under his administrations. Her tenuous grip on her control was visibly slipping, and while he was no stranger to giving others pleasure, it was the pleasure he was taking in evoking such musical sounds from her that was really blowing his mind. She wasn't forcing him. She wasn't afraid of him. And she was looking at him like that and he wanted to take her there, over the edge, taking another one of her whimpers into his mouth, drinking from it, muffling it with his tongue.
His words ghosted over her lips in a throaty whisper. "You talk too much."