Vanessa let out a low sound in her throat, her breath coming out in harsh pants now. SHe was reactive, fingers gripping into the sheets, twisting and tugging as she tried to gain some purchase. Her heels dug into his back, muscles flexing as she felt him push his tongue into her. "I'll give you practice..." She isn't sure if she is even making sense, now. Vanessa is one who has always attempted to keep her control--for to lose it, especially in this situation, would mean the loss of her very self.

But the safety she feels in this, the pleasure, strikes her at her core.

She is closer, closer than she wants to be--but she feels she could let herself go, and trust Javik to take the control and guide her through it.