Zafira was the first to move.
A regular movement, devoid of any and all desperation. After all, she was horny, not desperate.
Her hands pressed flat against his chest as she lifted herself just slightly, repositioning until she felt his cock lined up against the entrance of her pussy. She paused there for a few breaths and just stared into his eyes that had the same amount of desire that she did.
No...
It wasn't nearly enough.
She needed to make him yearn for her... practically think of her every single time he closed his eyes.
Zafira wanted to be the only thing on his mind.
Finally, she sank down onto his cock.
The sound she made was small and involuntary, barely more than a sharp exhale through her nose, but her fingers curled against his chest hard enough that her nails left faint crescents in his skin. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting herself to be a little more comfortable.
Her thighs trembled on either side of him from the effort of not moving too quickly.
