"Oh," Adora sighs out, shallow from her throat. Her chest pounds and her eyes sparkle with the praise, offhanded as it may have been. "I am?"

She's doing it right. That's all she needed to hear. Emboldened by this, Adora stretches her arm out further, parting Catra's entrance between her first and third finger so the middle one can press inside.

Inside. Just like that, she's inside Catra. It doesn't feel like any other part of her, like anything Adora's felt before-- slick and hot and deep, and hungry. She can feel Catra tighten around her finger, can feel her throb in a mirroring rhythm to the one between Adora's own legs.

Her attention is so singlemindedly focused on taking it all in that for a couple moments, Adora forgets to breathe. Her delayed exhale comes out shaky and strained as she strokes her finger inside Catra, curling it experimentally upward. Her eyes are trained on Catra's face all the while, watching anxiously for her reaction.

But she has to ask out loud, too.

"How-- how's this?"