[ gives a deeply pleased hum against her, rewarding the fingers in her hair with a harder suck, pulling back with a wet noise before pressing back in again. Now that she's settled into a rhythm her fingers set a slightly quicker pace, thrusting evenly into her and pressing up against those yielding walls, pressing into the thigh against her shoulder and eagerly taking in everything; the sound of her breath, of her wetness, her words, the feel of the red heat under her skin. ]