His hips arched beneath her own, earning him another soft gasp, her eyes fluttering again, unable to decide if they want to stay closed or open. Her hands move to either side of his head, fingers curling against the pillow beneath his head. His fingers got bold, fingers tweaking her nipples, a strangled sound escaping her lips, making her so thankful that her father is a sound and deep sleeper because she's having a hard time keeping quiet. Of course, when he speaks, sounding so much like a boy amazed at what they're doing, she can't help but feel overwhelmed with love. "Yeah..." she mumbles, smiling in her agreement, her hips rocking against his again, this time with more purpose than before, knowing that it makes them both feel good and she wants to soothe the ache she feels (even if moving like that only makes it more intense).