He can sense that she is getting close to finding her release, using the indications he has picked up on after their first few rounds of pleasuring one another - very helpful in so many ways - and he also knows that he is close to losing himself to his own release, and likely sooner than she will attain hers.

"Don't stop, please," he says, pleading a little as she teases his lower back, runs her hands up and down his spine, around the front of his stomach, tracing the patterns drawn on his stomach of the bird - how did that get there - and his hips. "Please, Goddess. I'm..."

I'm so close he 'says' to her without speaking, burying his face in her neck, kissing her wherever he can reach. But I don't want to leave you wanting. Please, oh please, I need...need you, want you...