Her hand clamps around his between her thighs, stilling that erratic touch, holding his hand right where she wants it. Her eyelids droop, the muscles in her face gone slack as she concentrates.

"Let me do this, caro. Just hold still. Right -- there."

She curls around him again, arms around his neck. Her head falls forward, lips brushing his forehead, breathing in short panting gasps. She just lets herself go, lets it all wash over her.

"A cuishle. A cuishle."