She said her own words as encouragement for them both, but mostly to remind herself that she could do this, that her body was built for this very thing. And why would people do this sort of thing if it hurt every time, it had to get better, she was determined that it had to. She couldn't be defective or something like that. And when she heard him gasp, heard him let out that word, barely a word at all, it made her body tingle in a different way, a good way. Smiling, breathlessly against his lips, she nodded at his question. "Yeah, it's... better," she whispered, breathing heavy already.

Her hips flexed again and she tried it once more, twice, and then a third time, each movement slow, deliberate, her eyes focusing on his face as best she could, trying to soak up his reactions, trying to let them make her feel better, to urge her to do more. And when she moved her hips again, the movement provided an altogether new sensation, one that drew a tiny moan from her as a spark flew up her spine. "Oh," she gasped softly against his lips. "That..."