He let's out an indeterminate sort of noise into her mouth when she takes him in hand, and does move now, sliding easily on top of her without breaking lip contact.

'We'll see, eh?'

He hasn't made a woman come three times in an hour for bloody years. He's not going to complain either way.

He raises himself up, braced on his hands again, pushing firmly into her grip. The playful amusement that he's been wearing on his face has dropped away, replaced with something more urgent.

'G'on, luv. Slip him in.'