After she'd gotten used to the size of him, she began moving, an easy rotation of her hips to get them started. One hand slid into his hair to scratch at his scalp and give tugs to those wild white strands with just the amount of pressure he liked, and her other hand clutched at his shoulder, anchoring herself as her movements changed. She lifted herself and then moved back down along him, creating a delicious friction between them.

She pulled back a little to meet his gaze as she moved, watching his expression and listening for the cues that would tell her what he especially liked.