Ernest laughed with her, his head dipping to muffle the sound against her neck before he pressed a couple of kisses there. "I'm not exactly immune, you've just got me writhing about half-dressed for a lot of this," he admitted with a chuckle, actually blushing slightly as he glanced up and really took notice of how much of a desperate mess she'd turned him into. He really did say 'please' a hell of a lot. And no wonder. She was amazing.
"Good," he smiled, genuinely thrilled that she trusted him too. He knew that he hasn't been the most trustworthy of men in the past.so it meant a great deal to know that he'd managed to turn that around for her. He wanted her to be able to trust him with anything. "Oh-" he was genuinely surprised, although he wasn't sure why. He'd always placed far too much on the idea of marriage. It was probably just the natural effect of growing up where and when he did. "That's... wonderful. That's all I want, too. And you've got us. You've got me, forever," he assured her.
She kissed him, and he felt himself dissolve into it. He could hear her moaning softly on the recording and it was a serious turn on. Fuck, he could get that gorgeous sound from her. His lips moved against hers with equal passion, and he shifted slightly to pull her properly into his lap. "Fuck, those sounds you make. You coul drive me crazy just with that," he admitted.