She sways in his grasp and looks at him with dazed eyes, panting as she struggles to catch her breath. For a moment she can feel herself trying to find some words to say but the only sound she can make is a slightly desperate moan and she lets herself surrender to it as he guides her to the floor.

Hands on his thighs, she holds tight to his pants and steadies herself, looking up at him through her lashes. She wants to be good for him, wants to not be anything but what he tells her to be because he's safety. And he will always make everything right. It's hard to make her eyes focus but that doesn't matter, she doesn't need her eyes now. Her fingertips know every inch of him and she takes him in hand, his cock slick and hot and perfect. She's beyond the point of finesse, especially not when she can taste herself on him, so it's nothing but hunger guiding her. Closing her eyes and swallowing him down until there is nothing but the feel of him on her tongue and the heat of his skin under her hands.