It was hard to deny the sense of approval she felt in that small almost-smile. And it was just another thing that made her wonder if he didn't have some ability to see straight through her and know exactly what she wanted. From the very first tight grasp on her wrists to the words little one dripping off his tongue and right into the depth of her body, and the way he gripped her hair and softly soothed his hands over her skin. It ticked every last box. She wondered if he might not somehow root out the others and satisfy them as well, or uncover something that even she hadn't been aware of until he plucked it up and offered it to her.
All the more reason for her to make this as good for him as she could, too. Which was why she stayed up on her hands with her gaze fixed on his face as he touched and soothed and drew out the anticipation until it was right on the cusp of being frustrating. When it came, finally, she sucked in a sharp hiss of a breath and exhaled with a slow, shaky groan, her muscles just then starting to protest. Anything more would have tipped over into real pain and while that might be something she wanted some other time, it wasn't what she needed now. As it was, it had been just enough to have her nerves alight and her skin tingling.
She was hypersensitive anyhow - the one pleasant side-effect of her unusual brain chemistry and the means she went to in order to counteract them - she felt everything just a little much a little acutely. And it made her all the more responsive. That was just as true when he moved behind her and slid against her. Audrey dropped back down to her elbows and raked her hands through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she shifted and found a good position to rest in. She ended up resting on one outstretched arm, the other hand braced on the bed near her waist so she could twist around and keep watching him.
And she was no less responsive here, either. She pressed against his hands, rolling her hips slightly to help him find just the right angle and pressure. If she wanted more, she asked for it, in her own way. And when he hit it right, she swore and whined and murmured a soft please. If he wanted to get her there, it wasn't going to take long, between the built-up arousal and his hands simply demanding she give it to him. She bucked back against him and dragged the blankets across the bed so she could bury her face in them and stifle the noise she made.