His hand on her breast adds another point of contact, egging her on a little more, adding to the arousing ache thrumming through her body like a tightened wire. She wants to laugh as he tells her what he wants, begs her, but she can't because it's impossibly hot.

The conflicting emotions roiling inside him somehow just overwhelm her all the more and she presses her forehead against his, her breath hitching as he overwhelms her and she comes with a cry, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing as she tips over the edge, each breath as the euphoria washes over her accompanied with a softer moan, like there's too much feeling inside her and the only way to release the excess is to press it out of her body vocally.