OK, he'd respond to that but she's pushing down on him and all he can do is clamp his mouth shut to hold back the cry. It comes out as a keen instead, every muscle going rigid for a moment, and he can't help but respond and push back to meet her. He can't stop it, his body just does what comes naturally, and he doesn't want to hurt her but oh God, it feels so good.

He swallows hard, his mouth dry as sand, and fights for control. He can feel his heartbeat pulsing between his legs, knows just how tight and drawn-up his bollocks are. She could have him coming in seconds if she tried, but he won't tell her that. Vanity makes him want to get her off again first, but he knows he's getting to the point where he won't be able to help it.

'Don' reckon y'n...need compliments.'

His hands slip round to her arse and press down, gently, gently asking her to ease him deeper. If nothing else, it'll remove a bit more pressure from the bit where he's most sensitive. Might make it last long enough to get her coming on him, and he really bloody wants to see that.

'Shoul' be able t'tell.'