[ She's not fragile, and later, once he's more certain that she's as real as he is, perhaps York'll enjoy the fact she's willing to tolerate a little more physicality, doesn't mind a little pressure to overstimulate with pleasure. Later.

Right now, however, her hands slip a little higher along his hips as his body arches, holding him but not holding him down, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of his skin beneath her palms, smug with the knowledge he's reacting this way because of her mouth on him. She repeats the tease of teeth, working along the length of him as he squirms against the sheets, before sucking hard on the head of his cock. Then he's free, and she can't help but admire how hard he is. ]

No such thing. [teasing chide, as she lets his cock alone, for now, shifting on the bed so that she can sit on his chest, adjusts her weight so she's hovering over him, the fabric of his shirt a tease between them] Besides, I figured I might like to put your mouth to use for a bit. Think you might enjoy that, too?

[ She doesn't think he'll need more of a hint than that, to what she has in mind - but she won't force him if he's not willing. There are plenty of other ways for her to work herself up to match him. ]