He doesn't stop, not until it seems like she can't take any more. Then he takes his mouth off her, slides his hand free and rests his forehead against her stomach, breathing hard and fast, fighting for control. A glance downwards shows him straining, leaking, balls tight as they can be and he can't wait any more.

'You alright?'

He's standing, pressing his lips to hers hard, turning her in his arms.

'...gotta have you.'