He nudges her head down when he wants her to speed up and she allows him to guide her gently, following where he leads. He tries not to take advantage of that trust but he really needs to move, thrust, tug, set the pace, and it’s killing him to just lay there and let her have control. He succeeds for a minute until she sets a rhythm that has his mind spinning, muscles tensing. She’s looking up at him through her eyelashes, watching his composure slip away and it’s so fucking hot that his balls tighten. He holds the back of her head and spills down her throat, hips jerking. Shaking.