The way she moderated herself without his need to guide was pleasant enough - he'd known far too many girls who made him have to direct - and he gave easy enough cues when Lulu did something extremely well, and when he wasn't fully impressed. The nails were a fun thing, and he squeezed her hand when she did that. But once she slipped away he gave a curious sound, looking back down at her with a small smile, catching his breath for a moment. As soon as he was able, he sat up and pulled her close, giving her a deep, passionate kiss.
She'd done very well with that, but it was time to move on. He knew it was a daunting task to go down on him, many had tried and failed miserably (and promptly kicked out of his room), but she'd done well. He slipped away from the kiss and put one hand on her hips while the other reached for the side table and rummaged for a condom. Not that he needed it anymore, but he was in the habit. He slipped it on, rolling it down with a fluid motion before guiding her up his body, one leg still over the edge of the bed while he moved one to be propped up just slightly.