[He's sort of amazed that his brain hasn't entirely shorted out by now, that his reaction to her climbing halfway onto him is to reach out rather than scoot frantically back. His splayed hand lands above her waist, the skims a halting path down to the... the lacy covering on her hip.] Just promise to tell me if it's too -- [too rough, too much, too anything.]
[Letting those words out is like releasing that last, weak thread of his self control. His hand wraps around to her back and pulls, tugging her toward him as much as she'll come. Into a need-driven kiss, if he can.]