Oh, Ezra was letting it get to him. He was rock-hard and squirming under her ministrations, and there was a thrumming in his veins that made him want to let her take him all the way and suck him dry ––

But no. He also wanted to be ridden into the mattress. It was probably somewhere a little past the one-minute mark that his growl turned slightly into a whine. "Fuuuu–– Okay, baby, stop, stop stop stop."

That involved just a very light upwards tug on her hair. Sorry.