Her request gets a keen and quiet sound, doing as she asks as she asks it. His palm flat against her abdomen, sliding down, the slide of his fingers pushing into place. Stroking her while his other arm wraps around her, keeping them both close as they kiss and give the bed some distress, the occasional thump of the headboard to the wall.

Loxley holds on as long as it might take to feel Derrica begin to shudder. Some words fall out of him, echoing her, so good, repeating himself, so beautiful, and then there's not really any room for it.

Beneath her, she can feel that tension lash through him as that moment arrives, likely as sudden the sharp inhale, the tightening of his hold.