His mouth had felt good through her suit before - directly on her skin, it was so intense her brow furrowed with it, sounds spilling helplessly from her mouth as her hips pressed up into him greedily. His fingers slid into her slowly, with a burn of stretching muscle - if it hurt, she barely noticed, fingers of the hand holding her up clawing the sheets as her other hand shook over her breast, her thumb rolling over the nipple.

As he worked his way back up her body - the muscles in her stomach shifting under his mouth, her chest heaving when he reached her breast - she couldn't help a sense of something tightening in her chest, even hazy with pleasure as she was. Each time they'd been together like this, Niko's entire focus was on her with an intensity that was almost humbling. She hadn't been able to give that back to him in turn before, not properly, and the thought that now she could, could do anything for him she wanted, made her shift under him, tugging him up so she could kiss him - there was an odd taste on his tongue she realised belatedly was from herself - and get her legs around him properly, around his waist and hip.

She was a lot smaller than him, but between the momentum and strength in her legs, she could probably-- with a soft grunt of exertion, she rolled them over fast, Niko on his back with her straddling him. Her hair made a dark curtain around them as she leaned down to kiss him, and ended up laughing breathlessly, giddy, against his lips.

"I didn't even know if I could do that," she murmured, and swept her hair out of the way to see him properly. The way it felt, even the way it moved in her hand, was a new thing that made her pause for just a second, hand clenching around the thick strands of it.