Her eyes smile up at him, and she does as he asks, almost. Just a little faster, just a little harder. Her eyes closer for a moment at the feel of his hand in her hair, but she doesn't want to miss a single moment. Her mouth pulls at him, strong and insistent now, the steady heartbeat pulse of her tongue right where he needs it.

All the while, her free hand roams, nails grazing his skin, over his hip and across his lower stomach; down between his thighs, lightly stroking over the ruched flesh of his bollocks. She's determined, focused, and above all else, relentless.