Josh's breath stutters a little there when Mae lifts herself away, and his mouth hangs ajar for as it finally sinks in that -- yes, she really is going to make him beg for it.

He's halfway through processing the words didn't think this one was the most likely when her palms come back in contact with his skin. And she's welcome to feel the way the muscles of his stomach tense when the friction between them sends a sharp sensation of pleasure lancing through him.

Swallowing now. Taking a breath. "Mae..."

He's torn, really. Does he ask? Does he let her wrap him around her finger a little more.

Shaking his head. "Nevermind." Torture it is, then.