She smiled at his reaction of the new sensation, relishing in the fact she had control over his own pleasure as he did to hers. She continued to move her hand in languid movements, picking up her pace for a second, before slowing, her ministrations continued like this teasing him and tempting him.
She found her other hand gripping the pillow behind her, her iron grip keeping her senses intact, enjoying the moment as she felt the warmth settling in the pit of her stomach, her building to climax settling in. Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead as hair began to stick there and all she could do was writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy.