It took her a little longer to answer that first statement, feeling like she was devouring the sound of his moans mingling with her own. The deeper she felt him, the harder it was to talk in words save for his own name. That was definitely easy to do, since it always started out as a moan, and ended in his name.

She did, after a few long moments, remember he had said something, snapping her out of the haze of desire, the need to feel him filling her again and again, "Mghh-ah..aahw... are you - ahh.." she gasped, "Ohh..I..-I think..I..I'm alll right with...that." She stammered, fruitlessly scramblign to try to get her thoughts together.

His questions were frustrating and arousing at the same time; they made her start to wonder just what she -would- do to him, and vice versa. "Y.. you," she grunted, "But I wouldn't..ah... know where to ..to beginG-gh!" She clenched her hand into the sheets when she moved slightly more, enough that a spike of pleasure ran through her, making her give a short cry and almost going limp for a second.

Oh she had no idea what that was but she wanted to do it again. Not only that, but if it felt like -that- to her, how did it feel to Allen?