With a small smile as she whispers her comment about the location of his mark he answers her, "Not so many that I would have liked to, and certainly none that look so good there as you do."  His answer is cut short by a quiet moan as she takes him into her mouth again though, no more thoughts of conversation crossing his mind as she moves to pleasure him.<br/><br/>The following minutes the room is quiet except for his occasional whisper of her name, a sigh or groan as she finds a more sensitive spot.  Only when she has taken him close to his peak does he attempt to say anything coherent as he whispers, "Very close, gods this feels good", words of warning and a soft complement as his member moves to her touch as if it had a life of its own.<br/><br/>His hands have continued to caress her face, to gently toy with her hair, but now, as he gets closer to his release she can feel them move behind her head, his fingers gently urging her to take him deeper, guiding her speed, silently indicating to her how best to take him where she is trying to.