Emrys inhaled sharply as she rolled her hips against his, which caused him to lose track of what he'd been doing with his mouth on her chest. Well, good a time as any to talk, then — and she'd let him soak in enough of her body and her breath and her fluid movements that now he didn't mind the interruption of her words so much as he had a moment ago.

"I certainly hope not," he said, pulling his hands away from her so that he could address the problem of them still being far too clothed below the waist. He didn't bother to remove everything because he didn't want to lose the moment by forcing her to stand up so that he could undress properly, but he fumbled through layers of clothing until he'd managed to free the most essential part of his anatomy. "I'd hate to lose a new toy so soon."

He wasn't sure she would like being called a new toy, but he didn't give her time to respond to the comment. He'd gotten one hand into her underthings and reached to touch her, to tease her while he tried to use his wrist to push the garment down far enough that he'd be able to follow his hand with something else momentarily. He returned his other hand to her breast, following her instruction of harder, and leaned in to take her left nipple lightly between his teeth.