He felt her hand move to her clit. She wasn't at her climax next and he panicked. Did he need to slow back down? Bring her back into line with him? His brain was already frayed and he didn't know what to do. His cock twitched in defiance when he tried to change his tempo.
He brought his head and hand back down to her chest, licking at and pinching her nipples. "Right there?" He asked. She must have noticed his change in movement. The words 'Don't come yet' were running through his head. Images of their banter at the bar, the foreplay. The perfect image of the evening was shattering in front of his eyes.