Much as she likes the way he reacts to the idea of getting her mouth on him, around him, she's hardly got a moment to consider it because he's taking her, and it's driving her nearly out of her mind already.

She's eager, alright, but even she wouldn't take things this far, so very easily, if he weren't also someone that sparks trust in her, the sort of attachment that means they'll get along even when he's not inside her. Her breath hitches on a little keening sound as he teases the head of his cock against her, prompting a "fuck, fuck, yes" from her even before he thrusts in to the hilt.

"So much fucking better," she answers, grasping at the bedclothes to steady herself. "It's good, you're fucking... fucking deep." She can hear the rhythm of their skin, the wet sound that comes each time her fills her, and she's perfectly happy to just take it. Her arms shake a bit and she lets herself down to her elbows, face turned slightly to see him as he pounds out increasingly loud moans and cries from her.