Rather than going faster, no matter how much she seemed to beg for that, Akeem went harder for now, and only gradually picked up the pace, as he lost himself to her more and more, sensations washing through him higher and higher. His mouth was on her skin more often than not, kissing, licking and biting in between short breaths and muted growls. "Touch yourself," he told her in a rough whisper right beside her ear, wanting to feel her come apart again, around him this time, but not wanting to relinquish how hard he was fucking her, braced on both hands.