She pushes both hands into his hair when he doesn't correct her, cradling the back of his skull as she rocks rhythmically up into his mouth, loving the groans that spill out of him as he attends to her. It's not long until her breath's sobbing in and out of her, her breasts pressing against the bind of her bra with every inhale.

"Oh, God, Krem," she moans. "Nearly."