As Everett slides into her Iramaat rocks her hips forward and then back to meet him, head dropping forward as she feels the stretch of being filled. It's a good feeling. She savors it, clenching around him as she takes a slow, deep breath. Her hips rock and grind, pressed back against his thighs, her eyelids fluttering half shut. This - this is delightful, with his hands on her hips and the feeling of him above her.

"Don't, then," she laughs, "Give me everything you can."