She feels the tension in him increasing, and she slows down, moaning softly as he speaks. She looks up into his face, her green eyes dark and wide, watching his every breath, meeting those gentle thrust with a tight hand around the base of his cock.

She nuzzles against that hand in her hair, letting him go for a breath to brush a kiss against the inside of his wrist, not letting him go.

It can be serious and fun at the same time, can't it?

Hell yes it can. She gives him a few harder strokes, slow and strong, her hand barely able to close around the girth of him. She rises, trailing kisses along his stomach, diverting enough to catch one of his nipples between her lips and suckling less than gently. Telling him without words she's up to that challenge, and then some.