Oh God, she's playing with it. Another groan, longer than before and he can't help but speed up, press harder and faster. He's remembering last night, the way she rode him so slow, those gorgeous tits in front of him the whole time, and now her hand is squeezing and rubbing and Jesus.

He fights to keep the pace even though, much as he'd like to give in and go all out. A proper build up should bring a better ending for her, for both of them. So he reigns himself in, but never, not even once, moves his gaze from her hand.