Miko was rather glad for her instruction not to move quickly. At least in this situation, the lower pace made things feel more like actual lovemaking, soft and gentle and tender and everything she wanted after that fight. She couldn't help the occasional continuation of utterance of praise; it felt far too good not to encourage more and more. After all, Futo was, perhaps surprisingly, doing a great job with it.

She moved one hand to gently rest atop Futo's as it worked between her legs, and the other came up to push her fingers into Futo's hair and encourage things even more.

She was definitely building up, but it was slow and languid, exactly as she wanted.