Well, she's going to get what she wants, if she keeps speaking to him like that, especially when combined with the way she rubs her fingers over his flesh. There is much to be said for having a partner with experience, Benedict decides, and quietly laments that he cannot be more than an eager pupil for her, though she does not seem to mind very much.

He groans in response to her question, his head falling back with a thump against the headboard as his cock twitches eagerly in her grasp.

"Please," is all he can manage, now that the majority of the blood in his body has swiftly descended south.