Gwendolyn inhaled a sharp intake of breath when she felt his fingers slide inside of her. She needed it desperately, but while she loved the teasing touches of his fingers, she craved the girth that his cock provided her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, taking him in further as her hand continued pumping down his cock. But it wasn't enough-- not for her or for him; not on this night. Maybe when their passions were not so new, they would be able to indulge and take their time-- build the chase before succumbing.<br/><br/>But as Gwendolyn had told him earlier that day already, when it came to him, she had little to no patience. Her hand released his cock and moved to gently push his shoulder back off of her until he laid on his back. Before he could protest, Gwendolyn followed to straddle him, though she did not insert him inside of her just yet.<br/><br/>"Yes, I have you," she murmured as she knelt to press open mouthed kisses against his lips and neck, "but perhaps I should've been more clear." Slowly, she shifted herself so that her cunt was poised over his erect shaft. Her arousal already dripped onto him before he even touched her. "I want your cock," she whispered, her hips lowering to insert him inside of her, her breath quickening as she lowered herself on him. "I want you buried in me."