George laughed at what she said, but didn't wait or say anything in return before he slid himself into her all the way. He leaned his forehead against hers as he moved in and out, starting slow and picking up speed as he went, reaching a more normal rhythem. He watched her face for reaction, though he was a self confident enough bastard that he didn't doubt she was having a good time.
One of his hands grabbed her breast and started massaging in time with his thrusts. He groaned at the feel, it was too good, he couldn't get enough of her.