[Harrison lets out a pleased little sound and tilts his head into the hand on his neck. It does feel nice, that touch, cozy and comfortable, and he wonders if she's doing that because it's what he does to her so often or if it's just a convenient way to keep her balance. But it's only a momentary thought, because when her hips start rocking against his, that wet slide is all he can feel.]

I can always get you wet— [with an amused smirk that ends on his breath catching when her hips twist just a little, she's the one teasing and going slow and drawing it out now, and he deserves it] —but I know you'll take care of it, Ms. Stacy, you always know how to give me what I want.