As she started to touch herself, his gaze dropped to watch what she was doing, although he found that he could barely concentrate. He was trying to remember to relax and breathe, but it was nearly impossible when she was moving against him like that. He didn't want it to be over like that, so he had to try and keep a tight hold on whatever self-control he had left.
Her comment did break the tension a little, and he found himself chuckling as he gave her a nod. "Yeah, I think you did," he agreed, looking back up at her again. "Mm, I do, I love it. Doesn't it make you feel..." he trailed off, examining her like this, trying to find the right word to describe how she seemed now. But before he found the word, her hand was down his pants and he was surprised he didn't just ruin it all and come for her immediately. His fingers gripped at the sheets suddenly and he tried to stifle a moan. "Like a queen," he blurted out breathlessly. "Oh my fucking God you're amazing-" he added, all the words jumbling together a bit.
He writhed beneath her, the next story blowing his brain apart even more than the last if that were possible. He did just catch the subtle references to himself, and although in the moment he really didn't give a fuck about any sort of comparison, it was appreciated. It would be later, after the heat of the moment, that there was a risk of his insecurities sneaking in to ruin it for him. But her wording was careful, it was reassuring.