There's something about the feeling of his hand in her hair and the fact that he's willing to thrust, that he's not treating her like some breakable doll that sends a bolt of pleasure through her and she groans again, louder this time, her hand spasming briefly against his thigh. Her other hand twists around his cock and she closes her eyes briefly, just enjoying this, the sound of his breath quickening, knowing she's doing that to him. Knowing she's made him feel good enough that his words don't quite come out on the first try is kind of amazing.

She appreciates the warning, but she doesn't back off, following the rhythm he's setting, her tongue moving against the underside of his cock. That's what she wants, that's everything she wants in this moment. Her focus has completely come down to him and she opens her eyes, looking up again, taking him deeper into her mouth as she watches his expression change.