[ This right here is what he loves about women. The wet ease and the way their bodies just seem to fit together perfectly without an ounce of resistance. Why he's thinking about this now is beyond him — it's not like he's been with anyone who wasn't a woman — but whatever the reason it fades soon enough as she slides down on top of him, forcing a gasp out of his chest.
His hands idly stroke up her thighs, fingers traipsing up along her hips to eventually grab her by the waist as she starts to move, careful not to disrupt her. For a moment he lets her do most of the work but as soon as he feels like he's got a hold of the rhythm he starts rocking up against her, eyes half-lidded and locked on her. ]