His fingers weren't quite right (if they were a little longer, a little more slender, a little more musical-) but Melpomene ground her hips against them all the same, giving it a moment, since he was still kissing her, to see if it would change before she decided fuck it. Or, fuck me, rather. She pulled back and gave him a devilish smile, a hungry, wanting smile and raked her eyes down his body to his cock, and she took her lip between her teeth and looked back up at him lustfully.
She turned herself around, grinding her ass against his cock, looking over her shoulder at him as she did, her mass of dark, storm-curled and snow-damp hair tangling down her back.