"I am simply catching my breath," he 'protests', laughing against her skin. His tongue flickers over her nipple, eliciting a groan from her - he'll give her a little of what she wants of him. "Love it when you get wound tight like this, every touch of mine creating sparks."

His mouth wanders to her other nipple, then moves higher, tongue tracing that echo of a scar she has not yet gotten, teeth grazing her collarbones, lips settling in the hollow of her throat. His eventual goal is her mouth, so she can wrestle with him in an effort to 'ease' her frustrations, but he takes his sweet time in getting there.

Also as a 'hint', he presses his cock against her thigh, moaning happily at the contact - he wants to be buried within her, but not yet, there is still more pleasure he will coax from her first.

At her lips, he hovers, pausing so very close but not kissing her. Waiting to see what she would do.