[His thrust catches her on an inhale this time, and she can't suppress the noise she makes, her embarrassment rising again at how helpless it sounds. The feeling is different the second time, in some way she can't describe, her body adjusting and her arousal masking more of the discomfort. This time it's much easier to believe they could continue like this.

She cards her fingers through his hair a few times, for the sensation of it, and then fists her hand and yanks hard on it to communicate—something.]

Don't look so smug yet.