The spurt of her action has him feeling almost vindicated. A smirk spreads across his face as he shifts, lifting his arms for her to make light work of his tshirt.

"Oh I knew it," he says, mostly to himself. He knew she wasn't all gentle and uncertain. He sees a fire in her, in those eyes, she controls it well perhaps, but it's there.

"I'm gong to fuck you so hard, you know that?" he promises, stepping back against her once more, pushing her back again to the table. His hand reaches back to grasp for her breast once more, the touch hardly gentle as his head lowers and lips close around her nipple, tongue flicking eagerly over the skin. There's a noise, almost a groan, and his head pulls back a little.

"God these are amazing," he mumbles. "I want to come on these. Come so hard all over your tits." His head lifts again, eyes on hers, a glint in his own. "If you'll let me."