Her eyes opened, and as she looked at him she guided his hand to where her legs met. Looking back at her, he cupped her pubic bone and slowly slid down. She was wet... She felt his penis twitch as he realised this.
He moved his fingertips between her labia, slowly spreading her wetness… not yet touching what was swelling, inviting her to respond.
Her hands found him again, this time she went straight for his hard cock, firmly holding it like a joystick, her thumb gently rubbing the little pearl of pre-cum that had appeared already over his knob. With long, firm, slow strokes she started masturbating him. He moaned in her neck. He continued touching her, too.
In a slow rhythm, they were pleasuring each other for a while, steadily getting more aroused. Hips moved, lips sought lips, necks, nipples.
Hands made space as she climbed on top. He enjoyed having his leg between her thighs, feeling her hot slipperiness. She enjoyed it too, but she wanted to taste him and moved down to take his glans in her mouth. She loved that tingly taste of pre-cum on her tongue and started to move her mouth around his cock. Her hands happily helped intensify his experience, gliding up and down, varying pressure, guided by his moans, and the way he pulled her hair. She made him forget, he lost himself in the moment, pulling her hair harder and thrusting deeper. She let him, loving that strange combination of submission and power she felt. He came. He came loudly in her mouth. She drank. Then she laid her head on his heaving chest.