He can't help grinning at that mumble, but she has a point and he dots a kiss on her lips as he draws back to think. Her here, beautiful and pressed up against him, it's hard to think of what more he could want.

"I think..." he starts, leaning on one side to stroke her hair with the other, "I think I want to make love to you. From behind, with my arms around you, kissing the back of your neck and your shoulders. Tease you with my fingers and feel every twitch and shift as I make you feel good."