Her body moves in sync once she realizes what he's doing, and a slight adjustment on her part is all it takes for him to slide home. Diana exhales a shaky breath, mouth opening against his with a small sound, muscles tensing, adjusting, and finally settling to the feel of him--of fullness, of a thrill budding low in her abdomen.

Now they're here, and she thinks she'll lose her mind if she doesn't move, doesn't chase this feeling. So she sits up, even if pulling away from him even that much is harder than it should be. The angle changes, and another almost choked sound falls from her lips, her head falling back as she plants her hands on his chest. It takes no further encouragement for her to rock her hips against him.