She started slow, the angle making a deep ache low in her abdomen. She used his shoulders for leverage, lifting up almost completely off of him before lowering back down. It was like a kind of troture, the plaures mixed with the ache but she loved the feeling.
Savannah kept her eyes on him, a look of pure fascination in her face as she watched the pleasure cross his features as she moved. She kept the pace gentle as she was gentle by nature, rising up and down several times before her legs began to shake. She then lowered herself, keeping him all the way inside of her as she began to roll her hips.
Her lips were parted and she panted, the morning sunlight glinting off her hair and pale skin, the gold fleck in her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as she moaned softly.