( there's a secondary flush that rises to the swell of her cheeks once he shifts to nestle his thigh between her legs. it's more so that she hadn't expected it, that she was more than content to allow him that pleasure, she didn't need to finish herself in order for that same rush of satisfaction to course through her. still, there's no denying the interest that could easily rekindle should he keep up any motion to her clit, a short sigh of a breath being clipped from her lips. )

There's nothing wrong with losing control, Baby. Not like... like that; or at least, not with me. ( a brush of her thumb along his cheek, offering whatever bit of calm she can to attest what might be stirring within that mind of his. )

How couldn't I? It's kind of hot, querido. ( an admission that comes with a snicker, a hearty bite to her lips. )