Skellig exhales again, though this time there is a definite hint of a growl in it as he watches her touch herself, working his hand over his cock in time with her motions, his arousal growing eagerly. He wants her. Wants to touch her, but not just yet...

"I want you ready for me," he says. "I want you so very close, so very wet--" He moans, a little breathless, before he shifts his body forward, moving onto his hands and knees now in front of her. Stalking. Waiting to pounce. "You've already made me come twice. Do you think you can make me come a third time?"

That might be a challenge.