Before she really gets that it's happening, she's on her back again, and then it's good again, because he's back inside her. She has to take a moment or two to gather her words, almost disoriented and dizzy in the best way. In between the whining moans, she manages, "That's-- that's good, so fucking good, fuckin' take me, make-- make me come again--"

No one's ever held her quite like this and she can feel the orgasm rushing on like an avalanche. There's something joyfully defiant in this, in getting loud and taking everything Steve gives.

When she comes, it's his name that's in her mouth, half-shout and half-wailed as she grabs at any part of him she can reach, urging him closer and deeper, wanting to feel him go over the edge even as it feels like she's barely capable of taking it anymore. "Yes, yes, please--" and isn't that an odd word for a wildling.