[ It's a hell of a time to become tongue-tied or self-conscious, that's for sure. Luckily it doesn't seem to actually be holding him back. Or her, either; she rocks her hips back up against him, extra hard, grinding herself against him as he calls her Hime-san, which up until now she's objected to on the basis that she would prefer him to feel comfortable using her name. But--she can't deny there's a sort of allure to the title and the subtle familiarity entwined with the power dynamic it evokes. Her fingers curl reflexively, tight, nails digging into his skin. ]

Hak! I'm--

[ Close. No. Over the edge. She misjudged how close it was (and well--maybe that's all for the best?) and with an electric shudder sails right on past. Where he feels his pleasure in his toes, hers lances her through the bottom of her feet and the palms of her hands and radiate as though spikes of lightning are heading inside and straight to her core--which spasms around him, tight and hot and even wetter than before, encouraging him to follow her.

And, as promised--as she cries out with her release--she sinks her teeth against his shoulder, not at all aware enough of what she's doing to be gentle. ]