#like really

So when you feel his abs flex hard under you, tattoos shifting across sweat-slick skin, his grip tightening and fingers digging into your ass as his hips jerk up instinctively, chasing more...You simply move slower.

"Fuck—babe," he rasps, voice rougher than usual. "C'mon, don't tease. I'm right there, huh?"

You lean forward, palms flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammer against your hands. You slow even more—agonizingly slow—lifting until just the head's inside, then sinking back down inch by torturous inch. His dick twitches hard, so close he's practically pulsing.

"Not yet," you whisper, voice breathy but firm, circling your hips again to grind your clit against his pelvis. "Hold it. I want you begging first."

He laughs—short, breathless, almost disbelieving—but it cracks into a groan when you clench around him. His head tips back, throat working, piercings glinting as he swallows hard. "Shit... you're killin' me here. Look at you—fuckin' gorgeous like this. Boobs bouncin', ridin' me like you own me..."

His hands slide up, thumbs brushing your nipples, but he doesn't take over. Not yet. He's letting you have it, even as his whole body trembles with the effort of holding back and his dick is so sensitive it feels raw with every flutter of your walls making his hips twitch uncontrollably.

You speed up just enough to push him right to the brink again—then freeze, hovering, clenching tight around the tip.

"Enjin," you murmur, leaning down so your lips brush his ear. "Not. Yet."

He growls low, one hand flying to the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy, desperate kiss. When you pull back, his eyes are wild and his relaxed confidence fraying at the edges.