She groans softly at the sound of Rani's voice, that husky roughness, the way it makes her gut twist with wanting. Some part of her wants to roll them over, grind her hips down against her, but— no. This is more careful, safer, means she can keep going as her love has asked. Pushes deeper in, withdraws before pressing back in again. Slow at first, cautious and letting Rani adjust to it some measure, but in truth that kiss and the wanting in her and the way that Rani just is—

Another finger joins the first, and then gradually, gradually she begins to move her hand quicker. Steady, but with her fingers curling just a little, small adjustments of motion to try and see what it is that will make Rani feel best. It's hard, honestly, to make a careful study of it and not just move quick and desperate as she wants to.

A little smile at the corners of her mouth. If it feels like a blistering kiss for Rani, she won't complain. But, she keeps holding Rani closer, keeps treasuring the feeling of their skin sliding together, the tension and heat of her, the way she can move inside her and feel the tension run right though her. Faster, again, as she hungrily seeks out Rani's mouth to kiss her again, needing all of her. And yet she worries, worries that she will hurt her, that she might break her if she is too much, and is trying so hard to contain that wanting even as she moves with that hunger.