If she could see his eyes, if he could speak - he'd have rolled them sarcastically at her with a snarky comment to go along with. But since she cannot, he simply grunts in 'reply', and presses his nails into her thigh.

The pace he sets this time, however, is slower. Less frantic and driving than before. More particular, searching for what causes her to squirm the hardest, moan the loudest under his lips and tongue.