Anna sucked in a breath and her lower back arched downward. It was one of the tiny clues that she was close to orgasm. She could feel her muscles starting to clench. And she wasn't ready. She had him here, pinned down, forced to do what she wanted (whether it was what he wanted or not), and she wasn't going to let it go that quickly. She needed a distraction to hold out longer.
Pressing her elbows into his thighs, Anna slid her fingers around his cock. If she could focus on getting him off - or even close to it - she could hold off on her own orgasm for a little while longer. Anna gripped him firmly, slow and steady strokes, interrupted every now and again by her moaning or trembling above him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.