[His movements falter when she somehow moves just right and he has to catch himself from falling helplessly atop her. He can't stop the burst of sound that wanted to be a pleasured cry if he hadn't muffled it against her shoulder. His fingers resume their work but slower, and he kisses her neck in apology.] Ah, sorry. It just felt really -- [Well, if there were words he'd have used them by now.]
[He nuzzles her cheek with his nose, his pace less frantic for the moment.] Do you want to...? [Keep going, or. Well.]