He didn't stop, he moved a hand to her thigh, holding her carefully as he always did to support her and have that connection still. Chasing a second one from her if he could, but he didn't want to push too hard with her then. He was also more or less humping the throw cushion he'd moved, he would have done more if he hadn't been under the blanket and more importantly on the couch. At least there was a little sensible part of him still in there that knew having to explain why the couch needed cleaning would be awkward. He was getting pretty close himself.