[He lets her enjoy her victory with only an exaggerated eyeroll, because her gloating is immediately followed by her finally sinking down onto him, and his brain is totally fine, thanks, just short-circuiting a tiny bit but don't worry about any of that. His eyes roll for an entirely different reason now, and his hands reflexively grip her hips.]

Holy fuck, that's good. About goddamn time.

[Because he totally wasn't the one edging her and being a petulant little gremlin instead of just fucking her like a normal person.

Anyway, he's now going to continue to be a petulant little gremlin.]

Now are you just gonna do something or just sit there and make me do all the work?

[Instead of waiting for an answer, he holds her waist and rocks his hips insistently up not unlike the fantasy he dredged up from her mind. He can't get a truly satisfying thrust without actually one of them actually lifting her up, but at least he can alternate between bucking up and grinding roughly against her. And naturally, he feeds all that back into her brain at the same time as he's feeling what she feels.]