Every single little giggle is met with a dubious glare right back at her, like he can't believe that she's laughing at him (or with him) while they're about to do this. He lets out a growl as he yanks at her bruising hips, pulling her down on top of him before he lets that exploring hand slide upwards to start touching other places that he's been wanting for so long.

For one, it's rubbing his thumb in slow, careful circles around the areola, a teasing with slightly blunt pressure when he thinks she's ready for it. "JJ," he murmurs, adoringly and wondrously as he stares up at her. "Look how beautiful you are."