Taking his time, lingering to drag his tongue over the spots that earn him the strongest reactions, he makes his way slowly down to her collarbone. He shifts his weight so he's kneeling, propped up on one hand, palm sliding against and almost weighing her breast before his fingers curl to trace a spiral over her hardened nipple.

And then, very softly, he begins to speak against her skin.

"You like talking during sex," he says. "Largely to give positive feedback and inform your partner that you're approaching orgasm, but you like getting feedback as well. And given that, it's not a difficult leap to assume you'd enjoy this more if I talk to you. However, as you're restrained, it seems only fair to let you decide what you'd like me to start talking about."

His teeth scrape over the ridge of her collarbone, midway between her throat and her shoulder.