He breathes hard through his mouth, watching her, feeling her clench him tight at every point of contact. It's like she's using every part of him to make herself feel good, and the notion lights him up from within, a spark to the fuse. But he grits his teeth and forces it to slow, because he wants to watch every second of this.

It leaves him taut, though; shaking slightly by the time she starts to come back down, vibrating with need. When it looks like she's slowing, he pushes up so he's sitting, and releases her hands so he can wrap his arms around her back and kiss her neck.

He'll finish in a minute. It's nice to be able to savour this, and taste the sweat on her skin as he anticipates his own end.

'OK?'