She watches transfixed as he guides it, his lips soft and warm as they part around her fingers. Pliant in all the way she knew his mouth could curve. Yet so utterly intense for being there. His breath tickles where he settles between her thighs, warm against warm, brushing intimately.

That between the two, her soft whimper is nothing less than pleading. Spirits, she needs him, she needs him so much it hurts. Her core clenching on nothing but want of the one that made her this way.

"I need you, please-" Her fingers catching on his lip as she gently pulled them back, slowly.