The moment he starts moving, her eyes are forced closed again, her breaths shaken from her chest he moves against her. There's a near relief to be feeling this again, to remember how good it could be, even if it wasn't in the most conventional way.

When he speaks, her eyes strain open, and she can't help but rake them over his body that sits before her now, on proud display between her open legs. She looks at him, all over him, right down to the way his body moves in and out of hers, and then she sees him wet his thumb, and before he's even touching her, she's moaning softly, her body urgently stretching towards his, anything to feel more from him.

She utters encouragement between broken breaths, one hand clutching at the covers and the other going to hold her own thigh as she tries to return the movement against him.