You have a mouth. Fingers. Get creative. Aren't you the artistic type? Ideas should be up your alley. [but she teases him and lets go of his cock, kissing near his ear and murmuring,] If you think we're moving too fast then I'll slow down if that's the problem.

[it isn't the problem, she knows. and she thinks he might be getting into his head a bit too much. worrying about the perfect night and how to make sure she was getting as much as he was. and it was nice of him. more thoughtful than a lot of men she'd gotten with. but this wasn't really about that, for her. she could still be satisfied no matter what. this wasn't about getting off. it was just about the experience. that's what she wanted.

even though she couldn't deny she was hungry for him. for all of him.

her fingers playfully scratch along his belly, lightly.]

Not for nothing but you were the one that put my hand on your dick.