He deals her another bite, just under her ear at the juncture of her throat and jaw. It's meant as a comment to her cheekiness for sure, working his fingers against her scalp and tugging at a clump of her hair sharply. "I want to watch myself come inside you, Jesus, Pepper, you're so..." It trails into a moan, pumping into her with less pronounced but easier to sustain force, consistently pounding her into the vanity, the image they make burning itself into his eyelids. His hand lets up a little, still in her hair but gentler now as his other roams down to her hip and grabs on. "You know I worship you-- you're..." The sound of their bodies fills the room, the vulgar slap of his balls against her thigh and the way her breasts bounce with every movement is too distracting to find the words, already trying desperately to hang on to the moment so he doesn't spoil it too soon. He wants the reward of watching her come in their mirror while he makes her want. His hand slips further still, finding and stroking the mound of nerves in time with his punishing thrusts.

"Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock." It's a stage whisper against her ear, fingers scratching against her scalp before another tug on her hair. God, he's close, and he's not making things any easier on himself. But the result will make it all worth it, he knows from experience. He still hates that he was keeping them from this, but he can hardly fault what's proving to be a flawless reentry.