Not only is she the one in control, but he's willing to let her have that while giving her all that he can. So that touch has him moving up, his lips trailing over her collarbone, her throat, nibbling at her ear as one hand slides along her thigh, moving to curl his fingers under her leg, shifting them both as he moves between her thighs.

Every breath labored, almost pained with the desire that burns through him. Groaning as his cock brushes against tight curls, his breath coming out in a low rush. Shifting again, grinding against her as his fingers move from her thigh to between them, fingers curling around his cock knowing he's not skilled enough without guidance.