[She hears him and she thinks she nods, swept up in waves of heat with hot breaths against his jaw and wherever her shifting places her lips. Kissing his neck lazily, more and more she's caught in a state of near-panting breaths and the occasional soft gasp from a rigid movement. Her hands lift, nails hard down his shoulders and all the places she can reach.
Relentless thrusts are constantly hitting her right. Bit by bit it helps build her back up but the pace is sluggish (though remarkably pleasurable as noted by her arches off the bed) in comparison to earlier simply for the fact she's just so recently come. Though by continuing it pitches her forward almost too far, it feels too good and she's writhing in reply to the near-helplessness of it.]
Don't stop. [She mumbles in reply, teeth against his skin. She doesn't think he would but it comes as a reply-- maybe more intentioned towards 'I won't if you don't'.]