She's beginning to think it's just him, that he's just capable of talking no matter what and she's beginning to think it's actually a pretty good thing, because when he speaks, she's just more and more sure that she's doing everything right and that's a hell of a good feeling. But then she glances up again through the curtain of her hair and it looks like he's trying to speak and can't and that feels like a little victory, too.

When he does manage to speak again, Kate pulls back, her hand still wrapped around him, lips wet, and she smiles a little. A part of her just wants to keep going, to wait until he can't take it anymore, but she really doesn't want it to end so quickly and she presses her lips to the head of his cock before asking, "Should I stop?" And, okay, she's probably just making it worse, teasing him like this, but she kind of can't help it, not when he looks so good, spread out on the bed, his hair messier than usual after he pushes his hand through it. She reaches up with one hand to push her hair off her face, her other hand moving slowly now, waiting for his answer.