Axle was enjoying himself quite a bit. When she released her grip on him again to steady herself desperately against the wall he knew she had it bad. It was far too enjoyable to make her suffer a little, though. She was irresistible like this, beautifully vulnerable to the point even of begging.<br/><br/>"Not enough, huh?" he asked innocently, though the grin that was on his lips shone through even in his voice, and his growly rasp continued in more honest words between his heavy breaths.<br/><br/>"You want more? Harder, faster?... well, take it."<br/><br/>No supporting herself against that wall anymore. He reined her in by her chin, her body against his, and changed the rhythm to catch up with the rough toying strokes of his fingers. Depth was sacrificed for pace - working his heat into her faster but shallower to give her the stimulation she so desperately seemed to crave to cascade over the edge. His hand slipped down as his movements began to make her body rock, only to regain his grip at throat height. His own sensitivity was teetering on the edge between ecstatic and uncomfortable, but all that mattered was to drive her crazy, again, fuelled as he was by her intoxicating presence.<br/><br/>For all her begging, his rough hands kept at the ready to catch her when she would inevitably burn up and begin to slip - wrap around her spasming form and hold her, entrap her in his embrace. Even when he would stop the thrusts, he'd make sure she would remain there right where he had her, filled and surrendered, at his loving mercy.