With his hands on her hips, she quickens her pace just a bit; the heat of passion overtaking any ideas she had about attempting to go slow and tease them both with a bit of delayed gratification. Yennefer tends to oscillate between two extremes when it comes to sex - teasing and slow, or fervent and relentless. The latter of which makes keeping her quiet basically an impossible feat.

And while she'd have gladly ridden him like that until they both couldn't take it anymore, when he switches their positions she makes a low sound of approval at his initiative. A sound that becomes a louder, more wanton sounding moan when he drives into her that deep; her back arching. Her nails sink into his skin and drag down his shoulder blades, she utters his name in a tone that's both urging and praising for the pleasure she feels.

She wraps her free leg around him, pulling their bodies closer and lifting her head enough to capture his lips in a kiss that conveys just how desperately she wants him. And, impatient as ever, her hips writhe against his; needing more - movement, friction, everything.