There was something about it, knowing that he was going to stop, that he wasn't going to let all that desperate fucking end for himself that turned her on, too. That he was using her body to get off mentally, but not physically, and Hope simply buried her face in his neck in return and held him as tightly as he held her. She squeezed around his cock, but didn't fuck him back nearly as desperately because she didn't want to throw off his rhythm or cause him to come when he wasn't supposed to. She just wanted him to have this as much as he wanted it.

Most of all, she liked the way he held her as close as possible to do it.