Cowgirl

You lean back and begin undoing his pants with slow movements that draw Calvin's gaze towards the growing wet spot on his own jeans from where you have been grinding against him.

You straddle his lap now, positioning yourself so close yet not quite touching as your own hands reach out towards either side and brace against the bed frame or whatever surface is nearby to give stability while lifting up just enough for Calvin's tip teasingly brushes against your wetness before settling back down again with a soft sigh escaping from his lips.

"Are you ready?" You ask, gazing into his and eyes filled lustful intent as your hips begin to rock slowly against him.

Before he responds, you sink onto him, engulfing his entire length inside of you. The sensation overwhelms him, so you come to a stop, his naked head pressed against your cervix, precum already leaking into you.

"Fuck…" he whispers, breathless at the sensation.

"You feel so good… I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back." He admits breathlessly, fingers curling slightly as the pleasure courses through his body.