Lydia lifted her eyebrows with offended incredulity when she heard him laugh, but the expression melted into something more smug when he answered. "Oh, well...that was nothing, sweetie," she said confidently, pressing her first finger and her thumb against either side of the base of his length and sliding them back up it absently in response to his movement.
"You want me to finish you with my hand?" she asked. "Because I'd just rather go all in, personally. Go big or go home. But if you'd rather not go down that road..." Her hand closed around his erection and she started to stroke him with an intentionally too-slow pace.