Oh, it was so very hard not to just use his surprise and distraction and pleasure to topple him backwards and have her way with him, fingers, mouth and spike all.

The faint, sub-sonic whispery moan was as much for his answer and his earlier reaction because she wanted--- But no. It'd be better to ease him into it. Or at least give him some time to let the realization of what those touches had done to him settle before she actually went any further.

"Good," Elita murmured with a smile, tbhe expression deepening as he looked over, and she settled back again, hips tilting into the hesitant touch.