Iramaat's breath escapes in a long, slow sigh as he angles himself against her. She's wet and open and already a little languid and relaxed from her warm-up, so he slips in incredibly easily. Her head tilts forward slightly to expose more of her neck to him, a hand back to grasp at his hip and urge him to push home. Her other arm is stretched out under her head, fingers fisted in one of the blankets that make up their little nest. She rocks back against him as he slides into her and she's spread open all over again.

"Oh..." She murmurs, eyes half-closed, "The toy is delightful, but you - you are exquisite..."

There's a slow roll of contentment and pleasure down their bond. Something warm and possessive that settle s over her like a blanket. She's not doing too much of her own moving, though. She's being a little lazy.

"Come on, then," she continues, "I know you want me."