She could curse him for all his tease, but they both knew she love it when he took them time. He could easily have her begging for him should he wish to and she'd happily comply. His cock had pressed against her teasingly before the had just barely pressed inside of her; taunting her with what she wanted but wasn't going to get. It felt amazing, feeling him slide into her, gradually stretching her walls around the size of him. To have that barely started before it was taken away truly was torture.
She had to force herself to focus as he spoke again, urging her to continue. This time, it was not so difficult to find the words. She didn't need to think them, as a lot of it was what she was feeling already. Letting him lift her, her arms moved around his neck, drawing them closer as he pressed inside of her. The moan that he drew from her was wanton, as their position added the most delightful teasing pressure to her clit as he filled her.
"God," she murmured, her lips brushing his as she experimentally rocked her hips forward, her lips parting at the sensation. "You make me so wet," she breathed, pressing her lips to his, loving the taste of him on her tongue. Gathering what little focus she could muster, she did her best to give him what he wanted. Her lips moved to his ear, teeth catching the lobe and drawing it between them as she pulled her thoughts together. "I want your hands gripping my hips as I ride your cock." She was so glad he couldn't see her face right then, as she was sure to be a brilliant shade of red. Talking dirty was so very embarrassing and yet at the same time an incredible turn on, simply because it gave her a little control. "I want you to make me moan and cry out for you until your name is the only thing I can remember."