He can't prevent the whimper from escaping his lips, pitchy and pathetic. "N-no, I don't..." he mumbles, eyes rolling back in his head and hands slipping from her back. It feels so good and yet so unfulfilling. Trapped under her, he can't rock his hips up the way his body is demanding him to. Once more, he's helpless and eating up every minute of being at her mercy. "Stop," he whines though he doesn't even come close to meaning it. He can tell this is getting her off, and he's happy to oblige, especially if she keeps touching him that way.