The second she asks, he immediately stops, letting her pull his hand away. He rests his hands on her thighs instead, eyes falling to watch her line him up against her, and it takes all the restraint he has from just pushing up into her as soon as he's in position. Instead, he raised his eyes to meet hers, lips parted and face flushed, embarrassed and awed and full of need.

His eyes say everything his lips could. Please.