For a heartbeat, two, he thought about making her say please, but that wasn't something he wanted to force. When she said it, he wanted it to be because she couldn't not, because of something in her that wanted him as badly as release.

"As you wish," he murmured.

His mouth moved back to her, and his fingers slid back into her. He didn't hit hard and fast, though, but started slowly. He built the pace, though, his rhythm a steady and sure combination of tongue, lips and fingers intent on having all of her.