She could hear the strain in his voice despite his assurances that he felt great, but she didn't quite know what to do about it. Coherent thought was becoming as elusive as coherent speech, so for a few moments she continued to slowly move her hips against him. His fingers working between her legs sent little shudders of pleasure through her, and though she had a feeling she was going to be sore in the morning the discomfort was fading. Still uncertain what she ought to do, she experimentally drew her hips back a little further before rolling them against his, simultaneously trying to move a little faster. Her body seemed to want more movement even as it warned against it, but she thought she might be ready for the pace to change. "You can - you can go faster..."