Khero needed no further encouragement, and soon she'd peeled away from him so she could climb atop him again, legs spread on either side of his hips. She let his eyes as she gripped him in hand and brought him to rest against her sex, dipping her hips down to rub against him, teasing him with the hint of entry but not yet slipping him inside.
"Maybe this time we'll actually get to finish," she mumbled, mentally crossing her fingers. And when he was slick from her arousal and she could take no more of the waiting, which only made her want it more, she braced one hand on his chest--and slammed down onto him in one quick, hard motion, as though afraid that any hesitation was only more time to be interrupted.
Her other hand flew to her mouth, muffling her moan, but she didn't even give herself a chance to catch her breath as she began to ride him, grinding and bucking, gripping him like a vice and shuddering with pleasure. All that frustration and pent-up tension made her lose some of her inhibition as she just wanted this, wanted this pleasure and this passion, and her back arched and eyes clenched shut as she moved on him, gasping.