He grins breathlessly at that - fiiiine, he'll take credit - and pulses his thumb against her like a heartbeat on her skin, meeting every harder thrust at him with a harder one of his own.

'You don't stop. Go on, ride it. Take what you want, it suits you.'

He'll provide the means, and she can help herself. He turns his head and scrapes his teeth down her neck, absolutely leaving a mark where people will be able to see it, and then whispering in turn, 'come, then. I like watching it.'