Balthier's answer gets a soft chuckle out of her before she tilts her chin and takes him into her mouth again, her movements slow, lips pursing around him as her tongue lathes over his shaft. The hand on his inner thigh moves to his hip, her hand curving over it as he rocks toward her mouth, slipping more of him past her lips while her fingers reach further, kneading his ass like she had when he was on his stomach.

Remembering something else from earlier, one hand slips up his stomach her fingers teasing over his nipple, trying out touching him how she liked to be touched.