You don't have to. Talk, I mean.

[He said he's good, so she lowers her gaze and moves in, trailing both hands up his inner thigh. The pleasant buzz is still tingling across her skin, emboldening her to open her mouth and plant an open-mouthed kiss on his zipper of his jeans before glancing back up to him again.]

If you want me to stop, you can just, I dunno, kick me or something. [A beat.] Not hard, though!