[Her touch threatens to send another jolt down his spine, the head of his cock already particularly sensitive for attention. Air escapes him at that question, a lightly amused scoff.]

The sensation of you clenched around me would be exquisite.

[A no-brainer at this point. But they have not been focusing on him, and that is quite all right, when he knows that one way or another, he will find release, even if it has to be by his own hand.]

Having you writhe atop or beneath me. But only if you desire it. I am satisfied if I am able to touch you, and taste you, you beautiful thing.