A soft moan was given by him as she rocked her hips slowly upon his cock. It had the bonus of letting him feel every inch of himself slide in and out of her. When her hips rolled his cock began to twist and turn inside of her. He held himself still watching her and adoring her as she worked his blood to a boil. He would carefully sit down, his hands holding her steady so that they would not inadvertently separate. His cock ached within her sanctum. Seeking a new position he would turn her gently around so that they could look upon one another as they continued this form of play. She could rise and fall upon him this way at her leisure. He leaned down to kiss her upon the lips when she was halfway impaled upon his lance his tongue gently seeking her own.<br/><br/>He would eventually in time break the kiss as the five minute mark passes. His pace allowed him to keep his stamina but it also kept his body in exquisite pleasure. His cock ached with need for release as his fingers glide along supple skin the index finger stroking the spine and gliding up towards her neck. However this gently idolizing of her came to a head as he reached down using the leather encased side of his hands to smoothly rub her clitoris trying to give just a bit of extra stimulation. He wanted to hear her sing like a songbird, it had been a long time since a woman gave such attentions and he cared for it all. He did not want her displeased. But also it was because he was close to needing release and he knew he would not last forever.