[ She shudders down against him at the praise, the color high in her cheeks and a bit blotchy down her ears and neck, the wings fluffing under the warmth of his breath. Her grip loosens, just slightly, as she peppers his neck with breathless kisses, warm and sated and taking just a second to get her head back on straight.

Then she leans back, planting her hand against his knee for balance as she carefully lifts along him again, overstimulated muscles fluttering with the tingle of pressure, and sets back into that easy, decadent rock against him again with a laugh in her voice. ]

Sorry... s'rude of me to go-- first.