The feel of him gripping her hips only encourages her, and she bends let were to kiss him, lips pulling at his. "Let us see," she manages, and reaches between them. This time she does not tease when she takes him in hand, but at once positions him so she may take him in.

Slow, slow, agonizingly slow, but so sweet and intense, and then they are joined again. She shivers above him, adjusting to the feeling--then moves, careful as she lifts herself then descends once more, learning how to ride him.