Nodding rapidly, he is still struggling a bit, overwhelmed by the energy running through his veins and his own arousal so strongly effecting his ability to speak, to think, to even know what he is feeling.

"Wasn't. Close. Then...then I was." He swallows hard, working his throat to try to settle himself down a bit, forcing his lungs to expand and contract in a reasonable fashion.

Of course, if she's touching herself while straddling him, he might not last much longer either. A true conundrum. He bites his lower lip firmly, nodding a little slower. A signal she can continue...