He's close, Stella notes almost causally when she spots the drop of liquid welling on his member. She moves a bit closer to him. His grip on her shoulder is firm but not hard enough to hurt. Fingers running over her scalp and through her wet hair feels amazing. Ari's moans of pleasure is very literally music to Stella's ears. Taking it into her mouth, she caresses it with her tongue, before sliding it back out to alternate kissing and licking up the shaft. To bring him even closer, she turns her attention to his raphe, the ridge between the two halves of his scrotum. A gentle nip from her teeth gets her another  buck and a barely surpressed moan. The water falling on her back is starting to run cold. She sits up, earning a dissapointed sounding noise from him. She once again uses her hands, slowly making a pumping motion with one hand while stimulating his perinium with the other. "Come for me Ari," she says huskily.