He's close, too goddamn close. Tries to back away from the edge, because he wants to see her fall first, wants to be able to look at her face while it happens. He wants her, wanted her, is loving every fucking second of this, but on some deeper level he's aware that this is fundamentally about her, or it should be. Really, her fingers in his hair would have been enough to make everything so much better. A smile from her would have done it.

He bends to her perfect ear, biting the lobe. "Come for me," he gasps. "Come for me, beautiful."