"Fuck no. Don't stop," I murmur, another breath of laughter bubbling up in my throat. My eyes flicker open, lids fluttering weakly, and I moan helplessly at what I find there on his face. It's a slow burn this time, not that frantic, painful rush toward orgasm. Tiny sparks flaring up, building, the two of us climbing slowly together toward the edge.

"What about me?" I actually manage a faint smirk, one hand lifting to curve along the side of his face, holding him there so that I can see him. A sharp, gasping whine catches in the back of my throat, heat flaring, and I'm so fucking close, hips grinding hard to meet his, wanting to watch him come just about as much as anything else.