[By now he doesn't want to keep his hips still, it's an active effort to keep from bucking into her hand, and his hand on the back of her neck does slip into her hair and tighten. Which has more to do with not wanting to accidentally grip her neck too hard than reading her mind about pulling her hair again. Because his head is tipping back now with her strokes and the swipes of her tongue.
Those little sounds she's making, muffled around his cock, he likes those, but he can't help but remember the way she whispered to him when she was riding his hand, and when he looks back down at her his fingers skim down her cheekbone before slipping back into her hair.] God, that's good, but not...not so fast, make it last— [and the rest is lost in another groan, he's close but he's not ready to be finished with this yet.]
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Those little sounds she's making, muffled around his cock, he likes those, but he can't help but remember the way she whispered to him when she was riding his hand, and when he looks back down at her his fingers skim down her cheekbone before slipping back into her hair.] God, that's good, but not...not so fast, make it last— [and the rest is lost in another groan, he's close but he's not ready to be finished with this yet.]