His heart is hammering in his chest and ears so loud that he doesn't actually realize how tightly he's once again curled his fingers around those bars. The way he's watching her now is one of quiet, intense hunger; lips slightly parted as his gaze follows the path of her hand.

He takes note of the flush of her skin, of the way the pink of her hair is like a halo around her head, the soft, warm glow of the light in his room making her like some ethereal creature of lust and longing.

His cock is so hard and the way the back of her hand is brushing up against the fabric as she plays with herself has not helped in the least.

"Mae.." That might have come out a little more strangled than he expected it to. "Ride me, babe. Please."