He presses up and then there's that slow entrance and she bites her lip, hand bracing her up over him as she feels that stretch and moment of filling. A nip to his chin, then she's moving to sit up, to take him in further, seating herself entirely. Oh, christ. She missed that feeling. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her hips grinding in a slow circle as she took him in, felt herself get used to that welcome intrusion.

Then she opened them and looked down at him. "I don't need you to be gentle."