He brushes his lips over hers once, deliberately, knowing better than to try for a kiss. Thumbing her nipple, he begins to break away a little, leaning back fully against the pillows to put some distance between their bodies and allow for more movement, though the way she moves against him is already mind-numbingly perfect. "Fuck. You feel good," he praises, eyes rolling back into his head for a moment before he can force them open again. "Pepper..." He trails off, loving the feeling of her name on his lips, unknowingly taking the same tone he had in the shower this morning.