Yeah...? Well-- Lemme show my gratitude, then.

[ She looks terribly pleased about the obvious effect the movements have, squeezing around him as she lifts up and presses back down again-- and stays there, rolling her hips forward against him in smooth, slow motions.

Her voice is low, a little strained and more than a bit encouraging, her free hand sliding down his chest to his arm to settle her palm warmly in the crook of his elbow, thumb feeling the way his muscles shift as he grips her. ]

C-come on, gorgeous. Wanna feel you...