He groaned as she stroked him, hips rocking as if to meet her hand. She knew how to touch him just so to drive him crazy, and he definitely felt like he was going crazy after the strangeness of the night.
He murmured a return love you, more than a little distracted by the way she stroked him. Not too distracted that he didn't get the gist of her next words, though.
His body was taut, moving to her too slow rhythm needily, but also needing the way she was doing it at the moment, that slow assurance of drawn out touch. The juxtaposition was driving him mad. "Marry me now. Tonight. In the morning," he said between those hot half kisses that happened sometimes in the midst of sex.