I growl, more like a soft little mewling, but I want my hands on his body too much to complain or refuse. But I can be a little evil with it.

I crawl over the mattress and straddle him, my ass on his thighs. After a moment's pause, I rub my hand over my pussy, both still wet and wet again from anticipation. When my hand grips him, just below his, it's slick and slides easily over the velvet hardness.