She nods, and adjusts herself, tilting a little more into his body, feeling where their legs brush further below the blankets, her chest teasing against.

"Husband," she croons quietly between her own soft pants. Not sure if its from effort, or from the spiking warmth she feels shared to watch the flush on his features, his evident desire, or bodily reaction as she applies different touches. Alternating to tighten around his tip, her thumb brushing with it, or making sure to run all her fingertips against the base of his cock.

It feels natural in turn, to lean up and kiss him again. Her tongue brushing his lower lip, tasting and testing with the same eager newness of everything so far.