The most she could see down between them, breaking the kiss and glancing down in turn, was Niko's hand, his fingers slick between her thighs. The hand on her hip helped - brought her back to herself and steadied her on him a little, and she found herself grinding down against his hips, into his fingers.

Sitting upright made it easier to keep herself steady, made it easier to roll her hips in a way that made his cock press against her in the right places, places that made her shudder bodily as muscles in her thighs and backside flexed. It was easier by now not to even notice the discomfort of him filling her - and if she noticed, his fingers quickly soothed it away, the wet heat building up inside her drowning out anything like pain.

Head tilted back - her hair brushed his thighs - she drew the fingers of one hand down from the delicate skin of her throat to her heaving chest, cupping one breast and pinching the nipple. With her other hand, she reached down to grab Niko's wrist, pull his hand against her all the more firmly.