Little by little, she seemed to be growing more comfortable with what she was doing, and when she pressed harder against his fingers, he tried his best to give her the stimulation she needed. Her increased pace drew another series of moans from him, the added pleasure so close to what he needed, but still just shy of enough. And then, she had to ask him what it was he needed to get there, making him huff out a small laugh against her skin before he could stop himself. Torn between answering her truthfully and brushing her question off, it struck him that maybe she was asking because she wanted it to be over with. "I need," he started, kissing his way over her chest, trying to decide on the best course of action. "I need you to feel good. If you want me to finish, I can flip us over and finish, but most of all, I need you to be okay."