[ there's a little surprised cry made into his mouth but it's far from sounding pained, much closer to the opposite. she doesn't seem to mind.

briefly her tongue stills in his mouth as a thought crosses her mind - couldn't she bite him, too? they're only dreaming and she is already this close to him as things are, it would bring them that much closer still, and he can feel the pressure of her teeth against his lip, but -

but she doesn't know what to do about that. the idea of going further fills her head with fog. she doesn't know what to do about that so there's just the small nip before she takes her knee to shift it between his legs, rocking it against his groin. she can't be the only one getting to feel good here; she can set the other thought aside for now. ]