She smirked as he made himself comfortable on the bed.  It amused her how his bum leg had switched the position of power here.  He was laying on the bed and waiting for her.<i>She</i>was going to be the one fucking him.  Rather than jump him, Claire decided to take her sweet time.  First, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and eased them the rest of the way down her legs before just letting them drop to the floor.<br/><br/>After that, she paused by the side of the bed and simply checked him out.  Her teeth closed on her lower lip, nibbling on the soft flesh as her eyes roamed his body.  She made no effort to hide what she was doing.  There was nothing wrong with it.  He wasn't in tiptop shape like he'd been during his football days but he certainly hadn't turned into a fat slob.  There was appreciation in her eyes as she finally climbed onto the bed and on top of him.<br/><br/>"Fuck your refund, Windham."  Her tone was light and teasing as she straddled his waist.  Her hands slid down his arms and slowly brought his hands up over his head, holding them there.  He wasn't her captive given that he could easily overpower her if he so chose but something told her he wouldn't be doing any of that any time soon.  Claire leaned down and nuzzled into the side of his neck, leaving a few teasing kisses before nipping at his skin again.  At the same time, her hips rolled against his, teasing that hard shaft with the soft wetness between her thighs.