She has a point though he'll never admit it out loud. Reluctantly his hand drops away and he tries to stop thinking about what those thighs would feel like wrapped around his waist.

'Tonight then,' he says quietly, once more cupping her backside and holding her up against the wall. 'A tight pussy deserves a big cock.'

A forearm rests on the wall and he leans, concentrating on her hand now, letting the heat rush upwards to flush his nerves with the pleasure. He's virtually silent except for the heavy breathing, though she'll be able to hear it catch right at the end...and then nothing for a beat or two until his eyes squeeze shut and he lets go, erupting over her stomach and fingers with a short, tight moan.