[A breathy, helpless whimper against her lips is all he can manage of a verbal answer -- oh yes, he certainly feels all that. The dark stones scattered over his chest are a little more sensitive, she may notice as she explores it, but what really has him lost is her hips, sensations both physical and otherwise that make it impossible not to react.]
[Tension and control is slowly easing out of his kiss, and it seems a distant memory in hands that settle on the small of her back, urging her further against him. He really should ease up because there's no way this won't lead to hurting her, but she did promise and he just -- stopping feels impossible right now, when all he can think of is Raven.]