He caught the look she gave him and it was as reassuring as it was encouraging. He hadn’t really worried that she wouldn’t want him to do what he was doing, but it was still good to know. He didn’t let go of her hair as she continued to tease, but he did let her pull him along, not directing her but just holding for a while. It was a bit like he’d done in the water; she’d done what he wanted and moved her attention to his dick so he would let her have a little bit of leeway there. Positive reinforcement, or something.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, eyes trained on her, his other hand coming up to brush the hair he wasn’t holding away from her face briefly. It didn’t stay, pieces of it falling back over her forehead once his hand moved to cup the side of her neck and jaw instead, but he didn’t fix it.
“But we both know you can do better.” It was the only warning he gave before starting to guide her head. His hold was not particularly harsh, yet, but he pushed and pulled and moved her enough that she would feel it, would know what he wanted.