There are so many things to tease him for. Every time she turns around, he's given her fresh ammunition. She'll save it for later this time, only because he's already shut up, and likely for the same reasons she's not speaking either.

There's a distinct femininity in the way her breath catches, in the little tremor, and gasp. This is a whole new way of doing things, and she finds already that she likes it. Having the control of riding him, while still being able to look in his eyes, feel his hands on her, touch her chest to his.

She takes him in as deep as last night and pauses. A wrinkle forms in her brow, and she allows her eyes to slip shut for a second. She hums, a quite mmm that sounds like she's taken a bite of something truly decadent.