That was fair enough. She had to learn to control herself at some point, right? Moaning again as he returned his attentions to her ear, she couldn't help but to grasp his hair rather tightly, pulling on it a bit. He knew all her sweet spots already... Damn he was good.
As he moved against her, again she had to bite her lip to stifle her moans. She knew she could be quite loud. But she'd rather not have a guard, or worse, an instructor, come charging into the room because she was enjoying herself loudly. Arching her body into his hand, she pressed her hips against his. She was enjoying this, and she wanted him to know that.
Gasping as he ground down against her, she nodded, unable really to speak. At his question, she blushed a bit. No guy had ever wanted to use toys on her - they'd always seemed more concerned with their own pleasure. Of course, if they made her feel good, she was eager to return the favor. But no one had ever been so focused on her. Stammering slightly when he got up she explained, "The fuzzy blue box... under the bed." And then she followed his direction, pulling her shirt off first, she slipped off her Birkes then, and wriggled out of her jeans. Grinning playfully, she struck a little pose before removing her pretty underwear - all white, of course. But white could be sexy. Pretty lacy things, indeed. Slipping her bra off first, her panties soon followed. Her clothing now strewn in piles around her, she leaned back and rested on her elbows, watching the incubus curiously.
When he opened her box of toys, he would find a rather tame collection. A few vibrators, some lube, a few scarves. As much as she liked to play, most guys lost interest when she wasn't willing to give it up too soon, so her collection was really only for her own pleasure.