He groaned at that, head tilting forward to bury his face in her bosom for a moment, breath having caught somewhere high in his chest as she'd rolled against him, having to get ahold of himself as she kept talking, shaking his head with a dryly amused huff, nipping at her collarbone, "Not until I have to, duckie, maybe not even then." He replied, almost breathless once more.
He left a trail of almost too-sharp nips along her throat as he rocked forward again, just testing the range of movement before he began thrusting in earnest, loving the feel of her legs flexing against and around his waist.