It takes a good minute for his words to filter through. Too hungry, too ready for more, for what he so effortlessly sparks in her. Especially of late, in this state. At first there was just a frustrated moan into his mouth that he slows himself down, doesn't follow through on what they both want.

Then it finally gets the rest of the way through, and where words feel so sluggish and slow, she quickly makes up her mind on what will suit them best. He is worried, of course he is, why would he not be? Even when sometimes she knows he doesn't need to.

"Up, up -" she breathes into his mouth, pushing gently for just enough enough leverage.

To roll him flat onto his back with a hasty roll, going with him, to land herself squarely on top of him. Damn them, their rumours, he is hers, she thinks in triumph, as she pulls upright, raking her long braid back off her shoulder, adjusting her weight to get a hand below herself. To grasp his cock with warm, attentive fingers and align him against her slit, and smears the dripping mess from her release along his length.

"Better, now?" Her eyes are lowered, hazy in their shared heat.