[ And those words are, honest to Elaine, music to his ears, as is your heart rate at that very moment. It makes him want to see what he needs to do in order to excite you a little more, or draw that specific sort of "please" from your lips again --

-- wait. Who is he kidding? He knows exactly how.

Leaning in now, close enough so that this time, you can feel the amused/pleased curve of his lips against your jaw, before he's letting his tongue trace the line from your chin up until your right ear. He'll then trace said ear, nice and slow, and end it by nibbling, for a few seconds, on the top curve.

He loves the fact that you blush right down to the tips of your ears, by the way. Oh, and the hand he had over your belly was massaging the skin there for a little bit before it moved down, to trace the waistline of the pants you are wearing just once prior to decisively tugging them off, together with your underwear.

After he's brought his nose close to the top of your head and breathed the scent of you in: ]

Be a darling, love, and help me remove the rest of your clothes. I'd like to start to get to know you again right down to your asshole.