He gave a light sigh. "...you are not helping" he noted. "Then again, I should not be complaining, because... it is quite hypocritical." yes it was, because even after stating this he also was -not- helping, fingers pressing onto her skin massaging and touching her breasts, thumb going in cicles around one nipple.

As she had pressed into her touch to claim more, so did he, leaning into the lick. "If it's us... then... we'll work something out." he assured her, a shudder claiming his body. "If it's us, everything... will be okay."