[His voice sounds so lovely, something so uncontrolled, pleasant in showing how he feels. And then his following response elicits the same out of her, a soft noise as his fingers have her vibrate beneath him.

Her hand grips, ready to stroke, although she's a little distracted by the expression on his face. Can't believe he just used a tank stance on her. It must be his, wait for it, iron will, amirite?!]

I still don't know how well you heal yet, knight.

[She's sure he does know how to handle such aggression, but she also thinks he's the type who can also be spoiled. It's probably that cheerful, satisfied look on his face.

Until he licks his fingers, that is, then she's reminded that he's very nasty.]

You say you will yield, but I know you're doing it just because you know you can! [Dreadful man! She wants to smack him, but she waits until he flips them after he takes her hips into his hands, her own careful. This tank!

So when he's not on the bottom, she beats him just as he finishes. Lightly on the chest with her free hand.]

I really should punish you for that. Before saying that I enjoy the view. [Oh him being on the bottom. She's going to squeeze him lightly with her hand, before she starts to stroke his length, her tail sliding along the tip.]