He does appreciate being guided and told what to do in this instance, and he follows her instructions without a word, albeit a little awkwardly. She laughs, and he ends up snorting too, a big lopsided grin on his face even as he manages to get on his knees between her legs.

One hand grips the edge of the tub behind her as she asks, the other sliding up her torso, cupping her face, a soft gasp leaving him when she wraps her fingers around his cock again.

He leans in and presses his lips to hers. It's a slow and soft kiss, but he lingers for a few seconds, taking that time to steady his breathing and the beating of his heart. Finally, pulling away, he nods, forehead resting lightly against hers.

"I'm ready."