It's not so much longer it seems to become more fluid, more like it had been towards the end, last night. Her little puffs of air go faster, her lips parted in an unfixed enjoyment of his touch, the movement, until his voice calls her out of it.

Her eyes look up, heavy lidded with desire, cheeks pink still, and the little moments where she sinks teeth into her bottom lip to swallow her moan. More? Yes, yes, yes. This was good, but some craved more, the tension he had provided the night before she did not realise she had enjoyed. "Please, yes, yes -"

Until she gets it, and her little pleading cries break to a strong buck of her hips. Straining into the cup of his palm and have him press in further as her eyes close again, a deeper, longer coo of satisfaction crawling out of her lungs.