["Likes" is perhaps the understatement of the century here. He loves every moment of this, as the way he's practically writhing beneath her ministrations should make clear.
The heat in his stomach has nearly reached a boiling point, and through the haze of pleasure muddling his mind he vaguely recognizes the familiar tightening sensation that means he's about to climax. As much as he would love for that to happen, something tells him that Elizabeth might not enjoy it quite as much, so the hand in her hair changes tactics from tugging to attempting to push her head away.
... which will very likely be misinterpreted at first, but he can't exactly manage words right now.]
September 26th - The Marathon
The heat in his stomach has nearly reached a boiling point, and through the haze of pleasure muddling his mind he vaguely recognizes the familiar tightening sensation that means he's about to climax. As much as he would love for that to happen, something tells him that Elizabeth might not enjoy it quite as much, so the hand in her hair changes tactics from tugging to attempting to push her head away.
... which will very likely be misinterpreted at first, but he can't exactly manage words right now.]