She felt a rush of victory as he began to writhe under her motions. Her lips were almost fiery against his, a growl rising from deep inside her. To add to the rising pressure she was deliberately causing him, she began to move her hands. First, she gently threaded her fingers through his hair, then trailed her fingers down his cheeks, over his neck... She caressed her way over his shoulders, then began to stroke her fingers down his arms. Through all of this, she never ceased the slow, persistent motions of her hips, rhythmically pressing herself against him, rocking to and fro.<br/><br/>Her fingers wrapped around his wrists when she found them, then pulled, bringing his hands from her sides and raising them up above his head. Planting her hands over his wrists, she used her weight as leverage to pin them there.<br/><br/>Grinning, she leaned forward again, to begin trailing gentle kisses light as the touch of a feather across his skin. She was deliberately gentle, leaving only a breath of sensation, hoping to make his skin tingle with the anticipation of all that she was withholding from him.