The slap, wet and sharper sounding than feeling, made him grin and make a soft, smart noise of desire. He waited until she'd pulled her hands away from him, and then he rolled over onto his stomach. For a moment, he stayed on hands and knees. Then he stretched, cat like, with his arms out on the bed in front of him and his ass still in the air, before spreading his knees to either side of where he knew Adaline to be and letting his hips settle down onto the bed as well. The whole process of it was dramatic and showy, meant to display his muscles and his cunt and the colorful crook and flail tattoo between his shoulder blades.