[ her gaze follows him as he moves, tracking him as if he’s about to disappear. she knows he isn’t; he wants this as much as she does. there’s no question in her mind about that. as he lays back, there’s such a temptation to straddle his hips and guide him inside her, slowly sinking down to take in as much as she can. but there could be time for that later, if the effects don’t fade. ]

For the record, let it be known that I’m not accepting the blame if I accidentally kick you in the face. [ she’s joking, of course, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a little worried about it. moving up next to him, she turns to face away from him before leaning forward on her hands, rising up on all fours. one arm crosses his body, and then, glancing back, her leg crosses over him. ] Is this okay?