Slowly, they're stepping over the point they made it to last time. Or really, they're dancing over it at this rate. There's no slow about it, it's all raw and fast and real. It makes it harder to believe it's really happening, but he's happy to live life like it's some beautiful fever dream at this point.

"Something like that." He grunts, letting her pull him closer with a low laugh. He can practically feel his blood thrumming downward, making it harder and harder to draw this out. "I'll tell you something, sugar. You sure know what a slow play is." He murmurs that against her jawline, his hand slipping down from her breast to her thigh, edging closer and closer until he's rubbing his fingers between her legs. A thought occurs to him, and it's sort of hard to consider it at this point, but it's worth saying.

"Did you, uh. Come prepared?"