He didn't stop when she called for him, but definitely paused and let out a long and shaky breath at the pressure she was applying. His lower body was lightly quivering from the pull, the mounting tension that was teetering just on the edge without a vessel for release. It was maddening, her touch trying to still her only making it more frustrating.

Before he could answer properly, the need to do something drove him back to his ministrations more intensely than before. Please, please, please, he breathed against the skin. She was helping him, so of course she would do this, of course. She could do it any time she wanted, didn't even need to ask.