He both loves and hates the answer he gets, the words she spills out breathlessly, all that she wants spoken in a beautifully explicit way, adding even more to the already vivid image in his head. His hips grinding against her a little harder, he lets out a proper moan this time, his eyes shutting tightly as he freezes in place for a moment.

"If only... If only I could..."

But he can't. God, he wants to, wants to take off all these thin layers of clothing between them and just push his cock past her tight open, bury himself deep and stay there, but the mere thought of how quickly that could make him lose control terrifies him.