It was the way she moved, the softness of her lips, the attentiveness she put into it that really made his feelings sore in pleasure, his hand gripping at the edge of the couch as he swallowed. One hand coming to brush back through her blonde locks, as he groaned deeper still and his breathing heavied just a bit.
It felt amazing, no doubt about it, it felt incredible. He was actually rather happy she'd decided to take to him like this, though he still felt just a bit bad that he couldn't bring her to her own orgasm. Mmm but this was definitely giving him some ideas. He turned his head down to watch her, finding the sight rather erotic in and of itself, as he bit his lip.
He was falling for her though. He probably already did love her, but he knew she didn't want that. You can't love someone who can't make you happy in all phases--includig bed--and his body quivered in desire. Needing her.