She goes, willingly, her head pressing into those touches like a cat, making a soft sound somewhere between contentment and arousal in the back of her throat. Her hands find their home in his thick hair, and she takes her time, exploring the softness of his mouth, the way his breath hitches when she nibbles at his lower lip.

A quiet chuckle bubbles up in her chest and she murmurs against his lips. "Sorry, I seem to be -- making up for lost time."