She keeps at it, best as she can - intoxicated with his eager kisses and bites. That instinct follows through when she finds him over her, as the most natural thing in the world. Her legs spread again to him settle comfortably between them, even if it leaves her hand trapped more awkwardly, his cock pressed against her slit.

It leaves him grinding against her, a second hand stimulation that makes her breath hitched in the approximation of the thing. The off beat bumps at make her eyes flutter and little soft pants of sound bleed into his mouth as she continues, forgetting what had so worried her earlier about his size. Just savouring instead each nudge and bump that comes along with it.