"If you stop, I'll flip you and do the work myself," she replied, equally smug and self-assured. Because he desired her and he'd deny her nothing she showed a true need for, and she knew that.

And because she didn't care now if he fucked her quick and hard or slow and deep, as long as he didn't pull out, she lifted a hand to card slowly through his hair. She murmured roughly, "Don't stop, Neil. Take as long as you want to get there, but don't stop."