The more he touches, kisses, bites, the quicker her hand works, an incentive push and pull. Squirming and shifting in his lap as she presses back into his lap. Tilting as he breaks away from her lips, down her throat and she lets him have as much skin as he wants to roam over. Enjoying how he gripped that little bit harder, not treating her softly. Encourages her, grinding back with absent friction, fingers tight in her rough palm. Gun callouses that she teases against the sensitive underside of his cock. Focused on that - head tilted, listening to see what sound came out of him for that -

"Ohhh, fuck," her voice hitches roughly, going still when she arches into his hand. Always such a catch, it feels like it should be a relief as he palms at her chest, teasing with sensitive skin. Loudly whining, eyes screwed tightly shut, she enjoys it so, so much. But hell if it ever was more than just an electric bolt straight down and carved out her need deeper where it hit. "Keep going, ah, fuck that feels good - "

It's a babble more than coherency, mindless encouragement in the way she knows how to be, especially like this: too eager and never kind. Mindlessly praising of him with little cuts of sound where she can snatch him for a kiss here and there, palm lazily going back to work when she remembers to move it again, but at the same time, fixed, to see if she can repay that favour.