A response like that is all the clue she needs to lean into the instinct to touch him, kissing him hungrily as she lets her hand wrap around his length fully, stroking his length, curious, and eager to please him further.

He draws back, a whimper of objection escaping her as she looks on, first in breathless confusion, and then with keen interest, her eyes following his hand as he unrolls the condom over his cock, the sight making the color on her cheeks rise even as she feels another pang of want sweep through her, the absence of his hand against her leaving her aching.

"Alright isn't the word," she whispers, a dazzled giggle slipping out to punctuate the statement. Unable to wait for him, she sits up enough to reach for him, her hands running up his thighs before she grasps at his hips in a vain effort to bring him back against her. "I'm so happy it's hard to believe it."