Oh he was more than ready for her, he throbbed with each stroke, and if she were to let him go he'd likely stand up against his stomach. Gravity be damned. She was hot, and willing, and dripping.
When she moved her hands away, Will did the same. Raising his fingers to his lips, he licked them clean, as she mounted him. Then his hands found her hips. A hiss rushing in through his teeth as the tip felt the heat, and the wetness that his fingers had. But he waited. Waited for her to lower herself down on him, even though he longed to surge his hips upward and bury himself inside her.