Soon it got to a point where he couldn't hide it any longer, how close to the brink he was. His panting breaths grew harsher and more vocalised until he was moaning in earnest. He let go of the counter with one hand and caressed the top of her head, his fingers finally gripping her hair and guiding her movements. But still not forcing. Never that. There was only so long that he could maintain this level of arousal before tipping over. So he tried to let her know it was time to switch it up again. She could get off of her knees and have a rest while he returned the favour.

"All right, that's enough." He murmured between breathless gasps.