And Lenalee could barely contain herself with the level of enthusiasm they'd reach, her fingers curling into his hair, fisting a handful to give a sharper pull, her legs tightening around him each time she felt him bucking upwards to meet her, just to drive him in deeper. Only slightly conscious of how loud she was being, she sealed her lips against his to give him all of her moans, her tongue tangling with his until she couldn't breath - only then breaking for a moment to demand, "Moree...!" Sweet little Lenalee had become so ravenous for him - he should consider that an achievment too!