They don't need words, not when they have enjoyed this 'dance' together so many times before, the ebb and flow of her tension and pleasure building, winding and climbing tighter and higher as she gets closer to finding her release.

When he senses that she is gripping the edge of her self control, he gently nudges her ever so slightly closer with his energy, letting a little of it free into the space surrounding them. (They're not floating outright, but she'll definitely feel a little lighter, a bit more freedom in her body and her movement.)

Let yourself go, love, my Queen. Want to feel your energy, need to feel your pleasure.