Erika's thighs spread a little wider for him, although he clearly did not need the extra room. The feeling of his fingers inside her, combined with the stimulation to her breast, was wonderful. Her inner walls squeezed his hand in enthusiastic support of his technique even as her body pressed his hand deeper inside.
When his lips closed around her nipple, she could no longer contain the pleasure building in her throat. Her open-mouthed cry was a soft testament, sounding both happy and mournful at once. He had paid attention perhaps a little too well on their previous encounter -- he was driving her quite mad with his mouth and his hands, and all too quickly.
She squirmed a little on his stomach, a flailing effort to regain control of her limbs. Once everything seemed to operating again, her hands blindly sought for and found the arm that was attached to the hand between her legs. "Stop," she murmured breathlessly. With his libido, they could pick this up later.. Call her traditional, but she liked the physical act of sex between a man and a woman. There was a connection to it, something natural and meaningful in the way the bodies moved together she had never been able to find while just playing around.
Erika pushed herself back a few inches and reached between her thighs with a hand. She found her goal at once. Her fingers closed gently around his penis, still a little slick from her earlier ministrations. She slid her hand down his length, then sank down on top of him in one swift motion, burying him inside her. "Oh, yes," she whispered with a grin in his direction.