Dejah leaned a bit more towards him, allowing herself an easier grip, sliding her fingers up and down along his shaft. Her brow tilted, impressed with his size. The feeling of his tongue brushing against hers made Dejah's lips part a bit more, to let him in easier.

"Come now, I can't take all the credit for that," Dejah kept her lips close to his even as she pulled away to speak. "But I confess myself pretty anxious as well."

She was already becoming wet, thinking about him slipping inside her.