He bites his bottom lip, and closes his eyes again. He likes eager. He loves those moments that build before people start to break, the crescendo and the point they realise they don't want to get off the ascent.

'You know what you want.'

He doesn't force it; he knows better than to try. He just keeps his fingers there, wet and slick and available for her to rub on as she rides, pressuring just a little as he meets her thrusts down on to him.

'Take it.'