His lips part in warning then shut in teeth clenched frustration when she brings him close then leaves him to teeter on the edge without giving him the final push to fall over it. It's delicious torture and as much as he wants to topple over the ledge, the way she's keeping him balanced on the knifes edge feels too good to complain about.

His hand moves from her hair when she starts up his body and it's ready to reach out and pull her to him, but she stops to tease him again. His hand hangs open in the air as she kisses his chest and works his cock between her breasts. When she finally moves above his lap his hand seizes her waist, needing some way to ground himself, some way to urge her to give him what he's desperate for now.

Hips arching of their own accord as she rubs her wetness over him, he starts to rise so that he might kiss her, but that palm on his chest keeps him in place.

"Karen... " he grates, control all but gone, voice all but begging her.