The head of his cock presses against her slit, slickened by the water and her arousal. It's a maddening pace, slowly pressing past her folds, the head of him entering her, pressing her open. She stiffens briefly in his arms, breath hitching, and then her arms are looping around his shoulders, hugging him close as she aids his efforts.

Leaning less on her knees, slowly lowering herself. Slow, and it feels as if she can identify every part of his cock, from the head to the veins throbbing in time with his pulse. Her fingers are twisted in his hair, unknowing that she smears edible paint in his dark locks. Uncaring that she does as she sinks lower onto him.

She might've dragged it out, felt every single inch of him as he entered her, but impatience wins out. So after a few moments of teasing them both, she settles back on his lap in one sharp movement--pressing him from tip to end inside her. Filling her in seconds. Ripping a moan from her throat as her inner muscles spasm around him.