She's already moving, kneeling up and cupping his face in her hands, kissing him as she guides him to lie back.

'I think I can handle it,' she purrs. Her movements are languid, and she straddles his thighs, staying just out of reach of his hands for the moment. (She knows where they'll be in a moment.)

For now, she just wants to give her full regard to the object of her affections. Because he is magnificent, and really, her mouth is watering again.

'Let me show you just how it's done.'