Her expression shifts, melts into a grimace of pleasure. She can only just feel the ridge of his cock and already, she can tell how hard he is. Her eyelids droop with arousal and her lips part, her tongue playing over her teeth.

She holds his gaze, intent as a loaded gun, never looks away. Deft fingertips caress that sweet spot just beneath the crown, a sweet tormenting touch, steady and sure.

She doesn't speak, doesn't make a sound. Just mouths the words, Need you.