Jeza's hand rose to her cheek where a thin trail of Havoc's saliva glistened. She said nothing, too caught up in the moment, until she felt the head of his sex seeking passage into hers. But the sound she emitted was closer to that of a grunt, than words. With a deep breath her hips slowly collapsed to the bed, spreading her open. She concentrated on her perineum, flexed it once causing her belly to tighten, and then releasing just before he found his way. The effect was that she was able to fit him, perhaps even comfortably... at a shallow depth. Jeza arched her back, then slid it down her belly with her shoulders coming back down, then on to her pelvis as her back met the bed, trying to guide him in deeper of her own power. Then she would do it again, once more at the back, to her belly, to her pelvis. She slid her hands down her front, her fingers finding their connection. "It seems... " she managed, her hips up in the air and her sex lewdly open around his shaft but nowhere near the root, "that I can. Take me!"