As much as she had enjoyed his attention to her, when he placed her atop him, she began to feel a rush throughout her body. Melanie wanted him to see the effect her had on her body. She didn't lean to kiss him, as his lips had done to her. Instead she caressed her own breasts for him, almost like a show. Her finger rolled and teased her nipples gently. She was trying to inflict pain. She was showing him the softness, the gentle touch he had with her. She pulled slightly, groaning. Her hands kneaded her full breasts before she pushed them together. As she put on this display for him, her hips would grind into him. She pushed with her powerful legs, rising up on her knees, before she glided back to his body once more. A cycle she would repeat over and over again at the same agonizingly slow pace he had set before.