He's groaning louder, right up to the point where he stops and pulls back, his body arching as he does everything he can to push his hips further towards her hands. He is so hard, and gasping for breath now; he grabs his shirt and pulls it up out of the way as his other fondles her chest, turning to a grip as he starts to stutter into climax.

'Bols-'

There's a final snap forward, a rough noise from his throat, his eyes squeeze shut and that's it; his pleasure painted on his skin, drawn out by her hands.