He hasn't got an ounce of contrition for her. Impatient yourself, he might say, if he was saying anything, but he's vehemently not. Instead he teases by sucking harder a moment, rolling his tongue roughly on her nipple before he pulls away. Not far, of course, and not for long. It's funny, how patient they can be and how impatient they become once they start something, as though this is some opportunity that won't last if they don't cling to it.

He pushes himself off the mattress to finish getting his shirt off and give her room to pull hers off as well, and once he's balanced on his knees he thinks to shift, too, leaning precariously to bring his bent leg over hers. If he's lucky this will go off without a hitch, but there's a decent chance he'll fall before her shirt's off. It's a risk he's willing to take.