The smug, pleased little grin against his skin was telling of her mood. Fortunately for him -- and for her -- she didn't stay still for long. To be fair, she'd never be able to stay still for long, with him under her like this, at her complete and total mercy (for as long as he allowed it).

Her pace was slow at first, though she used her leverage to push herself into him more, alternating her kisses with soft purrs of pleasure into his ear, and whispers of how much she wanted, needed and loved him, nipping gently occasionally.