It's an appropriate amount of time [now it's his hips who shift, angling forward while he retaliates by rotating his fingertips] to admire each one in the depth it, ah, could require.
[He's still grinning, breaths heavier. Very much does he want to kiss her now, find a place on her neck to suck, but for the sake of her current request does he keep his lips free for talking. She's baiting him to go on and he's not quite sure why, but what he says rolls easy off his tongue and he doesn't believe it's entirely telling.
But depth, depth is the word and he returns to it most literally, drawing his fingers out before assuming a very lazy rhythm.] Don't even get me started on the sounds you make... [Heady, he does kiss her jaw.]