She liked the way he responded to her touch. There was something highly satisfying in the curse that slipped from his mouth, his abs restricting under her wrist as she moved her tongue along his rim. Cynthia would have smiled, but... Her head bobbed slow and steady, pacing them both as her mind wandered to thoughts of his teeth on her neck, or their bodies stretched across each other, skin on skin. And suddenly she wasn't so paced anymore. He upturned her head to find her eyes filled with desire. She smiled against him as he voice caught, his fingers reaching for her waist. She kissed his tip, then released him, allowing him to guide her up and onto him.<br/><br/>She was already breathing heavy, her nipples hardening as he stripped her. She helped, kicking the cloth off her knees before eagerly guiding his hands back to her waist. This wasn't just for him anymore, she wanted him, her clit aching in tension. Her back arched when he moved to work her in turn, a breath catching in her throat as little buzzes of electricity slowly built in her core. It was painful, in the most pleasant way. A tight itch that demanded more and more of his flickering tongue. Her muscles clenched and wavered, forcing herself to lean back, her hand son his abs, nails digging in. The fire in her built, responding quicker and hotter to touch.  He worked her inside with one hand and with the other, he squeezed her hips, reaching up toy wit her breasts. She crumbled, weak under his hands as she came  with soft, shocked moans and wide eyes.<br/><br/>The pleasant spasms past, leaving her breathing heavily, her arms weak as she ran a hand through his hair and laughed. "Well fuck." Her cheeks flushed red in modest embarrassment. She brushed his hair from his eyes and slid herself back down his body, until she could feel the presence of him, hovering not even an inch from her hips. Her forearms propped on either side of him, letting her lower her chest across his own, skin on skin. "I think I like it when you make breakfast."<br/><br/>She grazed her teeth on his shoulder, then pulled up enough to hold his gaze. She lowered her hips, her lips parting in silent pleasure as she slid him into her, inch by inch, until she had him at the base. She could feel him throb with need, his heart beat inside of her. That's when she finally sat up and rode him.