Her mouth parts soundless, he said he needed time - but oh. Even that still feels strangely good, and the inhalation comes out shakey, responding with a unintended clench of her core into where his cock is still snug inside of her.

Her cheeks are still pink, and between that and his words, she's certainly staying that way. Her eyes finding his with that simple trust. More than trust, he feels so alive, so bright, not just that their joined but this feels- safe, close, intimate like there wasn't politics hanging over the entire thing.

Gilia wets her lips, trying to keep steady as she figures this out. "Feels... feels... nice." Better than last night had, to start with. "Want to please... you too? Be... be happy?"