[He's pretty strong, and she's pretty light, but yeah, he's grateful she's still able to do some of the work of supporting herself, especially because her falling at this point would probably result in him spraining his cock and he's done that once or twice and it's not fun.
He leans against her, cheek against her cheek, panting with exertion, lips curving in amusement as for a moment it really does sound like she's telling the tree she loves it, even though he knows perfectly well that's not what she's doing. In this, their perfect little world, he's heard her say she loves him so many times before and he's never had any trouble saying it back to her.]
Love you too. [Kissing her ear and then forcing himself to pull away and get his hands under her butt again.] Still need you to move, though, I'm afraid!