Moving his hands up he buried them into her hair. He gasped as he scraped the fingers along his scalp, feeling it drag under the heavy weight of the strands. Bringing his hand down he followed the curves of his body until he reached her clit. He tentatively slid a finger in and down. As it ran over his sensitive nub he gasped at the feeling. It was frustrating. The hint of pleasure was so much fainter than that of his penis.