"Yes," she whispers against his mouth. "Oh, yes--" It has been a long while, but she remembers how this is done, her body knows what it wants. She reaches between them to take him in hand, positioning him so the tip is at her entrance, and pushes herself on him. "Ah, my love, my Caranthir, yes--"

It is good, being on top. She can control this, take him in slowly, give herself all the the time she needs to adjust to his girth, do no more than what is comfortable or pleasurable. And she can see his face as she slowly sheathes him, in a series of shallow thrusts that grow gradually deeper, until finally she has him fully enclosed.

She pauses at that, bent over him and breathing hard, all her skin flushed hot. "Caranthir?" One last question, to see if they are both ready for this last step. One moment to appreciate the anticipation, and this feeling of being fully joined with him.