"Oh god please," Much muttered, eyes rolling back in lust and pleasure at both her hand and her suggestion. He opened his mouth to catch her tongue, and his own tongue found hers a moment later, kissing her messily as most of his mind was on her hand. He wanted to simply push forward and slide into her, knowing just how wet and inviting she was, but he'd spent a bunch of time with one pregnant Muse lately, (and heard enough stories about Ella from Stutely) no way he wanted to make another one.
He reached across her and grabbed a condom from the top of the basket - not worried about what sort this time - so when he rolled on top of her and rubbed up against her he didn't have to worry about the (apparently high) fertility rate of Muses. All he had to think about was how blissfully good she felt under him, and when he sank down into her he needed to bury his face against her neck till he got a hold of himself, she felt so good it should be a crime.