[ With his guidance, Sasha does not resist. More than the hunger that she aches to satiate, she trusts what Kanon can do for her as a man; that his hands will do her no harm but bring her pleasure instead. With each touch, her body obeys.
She cannot see his face, but she can hear his voice and feel his heat against her. She sighs as his weight presses against her back, and she hums pleasingly at the whispers. ]
Ah-- Kanon-- !
[ A gasp flutters past her lips at his reentry -- it was different, and it sends intense sensations down her legs and up her spine that her hands clutch helplessly at her pillow. At his movement, her body seeks more, such as her hips shift upward, making him go deeper.
Whatever Sasha ends up saying ends up muffled and barely comprehensible; but one thing is certain it certainly sounds as if she is praying to the one god taking her as she is literally on her knees. ]