[Her stomach tightens at the pleasure that accompanies the clever movements of those hips, and her fingers tangle themselves in Rebecca's short hair so she can pull her into a deeper kiss.]
Hey. [She manages when she has to pull back to breathe, her hair already starting to fall in disarray.] You let me know if I'm doing something wrong. [She's not used to doing this with women, after all, and she hates failing at anything.]