She bends forward, resting her temple against his jaw, painting hot kisses down his throat, seeking out that one little spot she knows makes him light up for her.

"Who's the bossy one, now?" She pulls away just enough, her hands squeezing and stroking, before gently urging his own hand down the shaft. The transition is gradual, letting him take over, bit by bit.

When he's taken himself in hand, she sits up just enough, and strips off her blouse. The bra follows, thrown aside carelessly. And then she's back, her hands resting lightly on the backs of his, needing that connection even for this simple opening act.

She wants to watch, but it's impossible to keep her hands off him.