Her words and the gaze she locks onto him send a shiver through him and he places a kiss at the inside of her thigh before inching back up on the bed so they're laid out next to each other, one finger still teasing, and he leans in to explore her mouth with his tongue, he pushes it in all the way to his knuckle. He moans into the kiss, and he wonders if there's ever going to be a point in the evening when he's not turned out because he's been doing a considerably poor job of keeping himself in check but then again, how can he expected to be when she's next to him like this, sprawled out beside him and naked and as intimately vulnerable as he is. He loves her so fucking much, it's kind of ridiculous, and he can't stop thinking it even as he slides two fingers into her now at a steady pace--he loves her, he loves her, and the fact that she feels the same way makes him incapable of speech for at least two seconds, which is a pretty big feat.

He pulls his head back a little so he can watch her expressions, watch her gasp for breath, watch her hips buck up from the mattress as a third finger joins the others. He hooks them now, trying to find that special spot, and he pushes in and out faster, brushing his thumb over her clit for maximum effect. "You look so--" He lets out a breathy sigh, not even able to finish his sentence because Christ, she looks so close to becoming undone that he forgets what he'd even wanted to say in the first place.