[No matter how close he is, he always pushes it back to watch while she falls apart, and while he loves licking her through any number of orgasms, being able to see her face and feel her shuddering around him, it's better. God, it's better, and he isn't there yet, but he still bucks his hips up as she grinds down and moans and her legs shake. Gorgeous, and he knows it shows on his face.]

Yes, yeah, don't stop, you feel incredible, Gwen—

[And it doesn't take him much longer, with the way she's moving on him like a very naughty lapdance, before his hands tighten on her hips and he arches his back, groaning his way through the spike of heat that spreads through him. His hands slide to the small of her back and up and he pulls her hard against him, his mouth finding her neck as he groans and finally relaxes.]

...you're either very good or very bad for me, Ms. Stacy, and I'm not sure I care which one it is.