She could feel his hand there, feel the difference in texture that signified something had changed, like when he'd given her the enzyme. That wasn't what was happening now, but she didn't fully understand the significance and possibilities of the slit in his hand. She'd try to remember to ask him later, to find out what more there was that she was missing.

Moving to raise her hips slightly to meet those thrusts, she moaned into that delicious kiss, her fingers threading through his hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging at the strands as he'd seemed to like earlier. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and met his gaze. "Faster, please," she begged him, needing more of him and the exquisite friction between them.