[He sucks in a long, slow breath between his teeth as they clench after the kiss. Slightly breathless at this point as well, he lifts one hand up off her hip to caress its way upward. It ends up at the crook of her neck, brushing damp hair off her shoulder with a mildly attentive, affectionate glance down at her collarbone. His gaze flickers back up to meet her eyes, all the dark bits within him subdued.] Mm, is that so?
Well, harder still. [A breath.] Until you can't take a moment more. [This train of thought has the potential to send him spiraling back into a black abyss of pleasure, but he's grounded and it's said rather fondly.] Though I do wonder what it would take, or how long it would take, to tire you out.