The first feeling of his fingers against her wetness made her falter in her movements. Instead, she kept herself off of him, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations. Not seeing what he was doing, simply feeling made her that much more aroused and she tried to stop from rocking against his fingers.
She looked down at him, her cheeks flushed. It was a bit awkward, but Anne managed to move his hand out of the way. Instead, she eased herself down on him, biting her lip and closing her eyes again. Another moan, this one slightly more coherent.