So odd. Being so tenderly touched; so silently adored with the way his hands moved across her back. Nina was not a soft woman by any means, but all she wanted to do in this moment was be soft. Tender. Slow. She continued to rock with him, let him slide almost all the way out and then ease back in, feeling every inch of him as she spread around his girth.

Nina turned her head, lips brushing his ear so every sound she made, even as low as they were, was heard loud and clear. She wanted to make sure he knew just how good she felt. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp, pressure added when their hips angled just right and she shuddered; those moans increasing in intensity.

"I need to—" She panted, her words slurring. "Let me sit up. Here." She pushed up so she could sit upright again, aiming to grasp his hands and hold them while she rode him. The closeness was incredible and intimate, but she needed just a little more.