[ It's definitely a show, put on specifically to watch his reactions, and he doesn't disappoint in the least. Her hand drifts to his neck, curls so that she can brush it with the back of her knuckles. She's not entirely sure why he's turning red, but suspects it's a matter of a result of trying to maintain control.

God, the effort she can feel him putting into trying to stay still is spiking her arousal, but she blinks, lets it show only in the expression in her eyes as she keeps herself still above him. ] Waiting.

[ Silence for a little bit. ] Remembering how it feels when you're inside me. How you feel. How many places on your body are sensitive. [ Her fingers drift again, tapping a rhythm onto his skin, touching spots that she knows are sensitive. One of the sequences he'd showed her when she'd complained that the Fibonacci got boring. ]