Every sound she made went straight to his cock, hardening his throbbing member impossibly more until his jeans felt painfully confining. But he would deny himself for now. He would take care of her first, twice if he could manage it, until he would let himself sink into her heat. But at her words, he hummed against her breast. "Come for me," he responded, his fingers shifting against her clit to move against her in a slightly different pattern, trying to find the touches that would drive her the craziest, that would push her over that cliff into an abyss of pleasure.
He teased her nipple between his teeth as his fingers worked between her legs, firm and purposeful but not quite rough. The last thing he wanted to do was leave any sort of mark on her.