"Are you wet for me already?" He whispered when she released his mouth to take in deep lungfuls of air. His eyes were open and on her face and so he was able to appreciate the smirk as she shifted her hips, until she could press her cunt against where he lay, hot and heavy and achingly hard, against his stomach. He confirmed that she was, in fact, already wet as a moan worked its way out of his throat at the feel of her, hot and wet, against him. Her smirk morphed into a devilish smile as she leaned back until she was sitting with her weight on her knees, center pressed firmly on his length. The late morning light filtering into the room behind her cast in her stark relief - the dips and hollows of her too skinny body catching the light in mesmerizing patterns. She rocked forward, wetting the length of his cock with her slick before rocking back again, repeating the motion until he was sure his eyes were permanently rolled back in his head. He kept his hands lightly on her waist, letting her do whatever the fuck she wanted. Content to let her do whatever the hell she was doing to him for the rest of his natural life. He nearly drooled when she ran her hands up her body, from her waist up her stomach, breasts, neck, and through her hair, rocking into him all the while. Pre-cum was leaking from the top of his cock, mixing with her own wetness as she continued to undulate on top of him. He meant to let her lead this, honestly he did. But when she reached one of those small hands down to stroke her own clit, he lost his mind.