[ fortunately it's pretty easy to get her worked up again-- mostly because once Aphelios gets going she's completely enamored with his expression, eyes wide and her cheeks dark. The hiss, the way he instantly moves against her, his hands on her hips; she follows his lead, shivering, her own hands curling over his arm and shoulder to help with that leverage.

The feeling is something else too-- smooth and firm against her slit, thicker and less intent than the press of his fingers when it slides easily over her clit. Her mind briefly laments the lack of skin friction, what if NO condom, before she has to mentally beat that back as absolutely fucking insane no we will NOT be doing that you horny monster.

She breathes a bit heavily, but after a moment-- and maybe more nervously than she really intended-- she presses in to kiss his lips. ]