Eden knew just how to break a man even if it made her look like a tramp or a porn star. There was a reason men liked those fantasies - there had to be some kind of truth to them. And with the sound that he was making, there was definitely truth in it enough for him.
His hope was entirely correct and with the sudden addition of his fingers, the pleasure escalated quite dramatically and all those loud noises returned. Knowing he was feeling it just as much as she was became icing on the cake. "Ah god, Cathair," she moaned, his name slipping from her tongue just so easily. It all just felt so fucking fantastic.
She put most of her weight on one arm. Her now freed hand settled on her shoulder, traveling down to one of her breasts. She felt the need to touch that soft mound of flesh, fingers rolling the nipple. It helped just as much as his touch did self-stimulation was nothing compared to the touch of another.