"Half out of my mind?" he asked, his voice thick and rough in arousal. He snorted a soft breath, not quite a laugh. He could imagine. He was so taut that he was shaken off and on by small quivers of muscle, particularly when she stroked downward. She spread wetness along his shaft, the sensation having him hissing softly through his teeth. She truly could drive him the rest of the way insane if she kept that up.

"Ahh...Maker's breath..." His head tipped forward, his forehead against the side of her head and chin digging against the top of her shoulder. His eyes shut and rolled back beneath the lids. As hard as it was, he let her come to him, let her set the pace of how quickly she'd take him in and how far. She was so wet, liquid heat all around him. He pressed clumsy kisses to the side of her throat and tried to remember how to breathe.