There was something so infinitely alluring, so deliciously arousing about the moment in which they were bound.  It wasn't just the sex act itself, but the entire scene..  Him there, only his shaft exposed for her, his fingers teasing her body as he admired it, and her, dressed in that utterly sexy attire, her mouth working on him eagerly, even as her legs spread, her body lifting slightly to give him full access to her.  The room was a vision of sensuality, and both of them were caught in that decadently arousing spell.<br/><br/>Her mouth worked upon him eagerly, even as she felt him pushing aside the lace barrier, his fingers caressing her intimately.  She was wet, and growing wetter by the second.  her back arched, hips lifting, wanting more, her body aching as she finally felt that finger probing inside of her.  She moaned loudly around him, working with enthusiasm to give him pleasure to rival that which he gave her.  Her eyes were vivid as she gazed up at him, filled with nothing but arousal and pleasure.  There was no awkwardness or begrudging offering now, but an eager and enthusiastic pleasure.