He nearly laughs - something akin to a breathless chuckle slips out, his lips shifting into an upturned shape across her breast when he lifts his head just enough to allow his mouth to ascend along the curve of her jaw, kissing her in the spot under her earlobe.

"Yeah?" he mutters, punctuating the question-that-isn't-really-a-question with a sharper thrust, waiting for whatever sound she makes to answer. If anything, he's invigorated by the request, taking her in a harder rhythm before she has a chance to reply, his hand holding her hips fast and firm at that upturned angle.