Those are such good sounds. I love you see you like this. [The words are breathless now, low, a little growl underneath them. He feels like he can hear his own pulse in his ears and the edges of the world matters so much less than how she sways and squeaks. The way she squeezes him, he can't help but think about how fucking good that would feel, even as her fingers slide over his skin.

His breathing hitches, and the thought nearly drives him over. It's really not going to be long.]

Lil more? [Even as he rolls his palm against her next thrust, he pulls his finger out- enough to slide two in.]