[There's a soft chuckle, warm breath puffing out against her skin as he looks up at her. It is so amazing to him how easily she can stroke his ego (pun fully intended), how she can have him feeling like he's this totally suave guy who might be able to be considered a lover, with the emphasis on being a decent one.]

How good I am with my mouth? On your body? Because that's partly due to how good you feel and how I like to do things to make you make those sounds.

[He kissed lower still, hands smoothing down along her sides as he wriggled downward, laying out so his feet were off the edge of the bed, half of his legs with them as he settled in between her thighs. He kissed the top of her mound, feeling the brush of curls against his lips as he looked up at her again, hands at her legs as he pet her, touched her, just because he could.]