Just the tip has her arching and whimpering

After a long, teasing dinner she finally crawled onto the bed still in her olive sports bra and matching thong, ass up, begging him to stop making her wait. He stands at the edge, cock in hand, and presses just the tip against her slick pussy. Her back arches sharply, head turned to lock eyes with him, lips parted in a soft gasp as her body trembles with anticipation. The wet sound of her folds parting around his swollen head fills the quiet room while her fingers grip the sheets. She rocks back ever so slightly, trying to take more, her round ass clenching as she whimpers for him to push deeper right now.