With his pants opened, she smiled, lips pulling tight against his, and pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes met his, burning with mindless passion. There was no sign of humor or thought in her eyes, only need. She pulled her hand down his body again, once more moving to his pants. In one graceful, fluid motion, she had his pants down around his knees to expose him fully. Satisfied, she seated herself astride him once more, still clothed herself, and resumed the rocking motions, hips rotating to and fro. Leaning over him, she kissed him slowly this time. She used the pace of her body and lips to keep hold him back. Her agonizingly slow and gentle pace would, she knew, drive him mad.