He laughs, and for the moment, it doesn't matter that his cock won't work. He presses a little kiss to her breastbone. "An expert in the field."

And they've paused here for a reason. If they're here together, he's going to linger on her breasts for as long as he can reasonably justify. Little kisses to the soft flesh, little nips, mouthing lightly at her nipple - and then less lightly, catching it between his lips, letting his teeth graze over it. He's rolling over the other nipple with his thumb, sensitive to her reactions: the feel of her under him, the sound of her breath.