This time the noise she made was amused, a soft chuckle slipping out at that incoherent noise coming from her beloved dragon. Although she was momentarily caught off guard with the feel of his hand on the back of her head - that was her tipoff as she moved her head, taking him in as much as she could, guided by the feel of his hand. Pleased noises slipping out as she pleasured him, her free hand reached forward until her fingers brushed the hand fisting into the sheets, trying to stretch far enough that she could grip his hand so he could hold it instead of the blankets.