He felt like he was feeding off of her: her arousal, her emotions, all of it. While he touched her, he was touching himself again but it wasn't enough. When her orgasm rips through her it makes his breath catch and already he wanted more than anything to be within her again. Feeling it through their connection and around his fingers when she climaxed wasn't quite the same.

"How many was that now?" He teases lightly, reaching for her hand to wrap it around his arousal. He liked feeling her hand on him. It honestly made him get off faster, he's come to realize. Perhaps it was because it was her. She never made him feel like he was doing anything alone and that meant something to him. She wanted to do these things with him as much as he wanted to do them with her.