His smile is both a relief and a rush, and she grins at him, shifting again, teasing now, trying to find what makes him react, what makes him shiver and groan. Slowly, she lets her weight fall back, until he's buried inside her again, and only then does she begin to rise.
She takes her weight on her hands, gently shifting to draw her knees up, until she's sitting astride him, rocking forwards and backwards with a slow rhythm, like waves against the shore. This position lets him see all of her, breasts and belly and if he lifts his head to look, the place where he disappears into her.
She likes being watched, it seems, judging by the flush of her cheeks and the way her lips part to let slip a quiet sigh. She's shameless, really. She's a woman in her prime, and she knows it. And she's not afraid to take her pleasure from him, and not afraid to give it back to him in spades.
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:33 am (UTC)She takes her weight on her hands, gently shifting to draw her knees up, until she's sitting astride him, rocking forwards and backwards with a slow rhythm, like waves against the shore. This position lets him see all of her, breasts and belly and if he lifts his head to look, the place where he disappears into her.
She likes being watched, it seems, judging by the flush of her cheeks and the way her lips part to let slip a quiet sigh. She's shameless, really. She's a woman in her prime, and she knows it. And she's not afraid to take her pleasure from him, and not afraid to give it back to him in spades.