Henn was purring, hands sliding forward to just rest against Soren's shoulders, fingers curling and uncurling reflexively, not-quite kneading again, but almost. She didn't have a favorite kind of sex, just sex in general, and this was just what she wanted at the moment, which was really all that mattered.
She caught his wrist lightly, hips still rolling in counterpoint to his movements, stilling his progress for a moment while she got her bearings again, finally giving his hand a nudge to move the contact lower.