He's torn between wanting her to come so that he can feel it and so that he can too, and loving seeing her like this. The indecision drags it out longer and he's smirking, kissing her neck in that same soft way, licking gently at the spot behind her ear.

'Not yet. Not yet.'

He feels like his balls are going to explode, he's tight all over, hyper-aware of her wetness on his skin, the slide of her on his shaft. But he can't stop it, can't finish it. Not yet. So he keeps playing with her clit, a squeeze here, a brush there, circling, circling, a flick and he's moving now too, just barely, working his cock in and out, tiny increments at a time.

'...not yet.'