The little, bright noises that she makes only drive him on; he likes to know that he's doing the right thing, and her effusive reactions confirm it. He pulls away with a shuddering breath, lifting heavy eyes to find her face. It's gratifying as anything else he's done, but it may be time to stop ignoring the insistent throb of his cock between his legs.

He slips another finger inside her, pressing against her walls, short and clean nails nipping before he slips his hand away finally and pulls himself up against the back of the tub with his elbows, settling her further down his body. He folds pale hands over her tan hips and guides her toward him, tip teasing against her. He won't have any leverage from this position, but he really doesn't mind. It may even be his intention. She can show him herself what pleases her most. He'll concentrate on watching her.

"You've got some mouth on you," he teases, between pulls for breath.