She's slick where his fingers brush against her, the gentle movements making her hips squirm beneath him, seeking out more of his touch, more of him in general.

With the sounds she makes and the way her thighs begin to tremble, she guides him as to how she likes to be touched - slow, soft caresses against that sensitive bundle of nerves. She can't help but want to touch him as well; her hand trails down his abdomen to wrap around his length, stroking him lightly as she moans into their kiss.

Eventually though, she can't bear a moment more of him not being inside her, so with one last biting kiss, she places a hand on his shoulder to urge him over onto his back, hoping he won't mind the shift in position. With her hands braced on his chest, she sinks down onto him slowly, drawing it out until their bodies fully connect; her eyes slipping shut with a sharp gasp of pleasure. When she starts to move her hips, it's a languid, rolling pace; a direct contrast to the sharp dig of her nails into his skin.