She breathes him in, knowing exactly where he is, exactly how far he has to go. Her motions slow, drawing it out for him.

"Yeah? Maybe you just know what you want and you take it, like you own it, like it's yours, hmm? Nothing wrong with that," she croons. "Nothing wrong with that at all. It's one of the things I love about you. But you don't know me, yet. And you want to know me."

She eases him up, catching the sounds he makes against her lips, kissing him, holding him close.