Neil moaned softly as she kissed her fingers and pressed them to his lips, another release in that loving, possessive touch that was very nearly physical--not an orgasm, but something breaking, yielding, cutting a tether he hadn't realized left him bound or restrained. Kissing her fingertips as they fell against his mouth, lips parting to catch the pad of one with a barely there dart of his tongue to taste skin, he nuzzled into the palm of her hand as she cradled his cheek and finally started to let himself fall.

Twisting his head up to watch her as she rode him, he followed her as she started to chase her own release in earnest, heat spilling through him as she rocked and rolled her hips, found that right angle and speed to get herself off.

It was so good she could barely form a coherent thought, and for Neil it was perfect. He nearly came just to hear those words fall from her lips, good, so good, but he fought to hold on, to hold himself still...wanted this, needed this for himself, to be for her...

It was sudden and wild and beautiful as she tensed and fucking shattered over him, around him, piercing the air with her sharp, abrupt cry of pleasure. She was fucking hypnotic as she came undone, her pleasure so perfect, so wanton that he nearly lost himself in it, in holding himself in check to please her, damn near forgot how badly he wanted, needed to come.