His pleasure flows into her and back again and she basks in it, especially as he begins to move against and inside of her. She meets him, lazy and slow and sensuous, twined around him, gripping against him as he slides deep on every stroke. Her eyes flutter shut and she focuses on the sensation of him; of the way he fills her, the heat of his body pressed against her back. She has already come once tonight, but she thinks that he'll give her another if he keeps going as he is.

There's something deliciously decadent about the way he moves and the way they press together, wrapped up in each other. There's nothing to think about; no world to worry them. Just their little nest and one another and those delightful words of praise that please her oh-so-much.

"Come on, Howl..." She murmurs softly, "I want more of you. Give yourself to me. J-just for now, just for tonight-"