The intense squeeze of her flesh around his put a strain on his breath as he hovered by her neck. There was a hitch and groan in his voice, too, as he let the noises of his pleasure flow freely. Even so, the slower speed of his movements didn't overwhelm him with their stimulation, while it seemed clear her heat was already more advanced. But he didn't mind if it meant being able to see her come undone once again.<br/><br/>The needy, fragile tone to Nalia's voice didn't fail to send a few shivers down the man's spine, especially when followed by her whisper of his name. He let the pull of her hand guide him, giving the the whole range of skin exposed to his tongue and lips the attention of his licks, sucks and breathy kisses - flowing in the same rhythm with which he claimed her depths. From one side of her neck he moved to the other, keeping her hair clear and tilting her head down to journey across the back of her neck, before kissing up slowly to her ear again.<br/>"I know you're already getting close," he told her calmly, with warm breaths spilling over her skin. "I can feel it by your clenches. That's okay - and you know I like to see you give in to that pleasure with a flush on your cheeks and a tremble in your thighs."<br/><br/>Letting her hair unfurl from his palm to spill down over her shoulder, John's hand slid around along her throat to cup her chin, finding a new grip to subject her neck to his attentions. The pace of his body's dominant thrusts against hers was maintained the same, focused solely, single-mindedly on filling her to the core with every wet slap under the coursing shower... but his hand between her legs grew only busier, stroking harder and giving her sensitivity some rougher love. He wanted her twitching, trembling, slipping and moaning under him and only her complete surrender to pleasure would free her from his burning need. Or would it?