She isn't sure how long he was last, already so pent up. His body thrumming below her, from her tentative touches to this now and his restraint.

But - she found she did not mind. He had been so careful and sweet this morning, now that the pressure of the night before was over. His eagerness was thrilling. His desire of her, too, so new and interesting that she finds herself now simply watching him. Watching the pleasure over his face and with it she begins to - adjust. Figure out what he liked some more. Letting her legs sit wider, and roll her hips up so he could flush easier without straining for the drive. That she could tense her core like when she rode, and it make her flutter and feel him better inside of her.