There's that reason too - the sound of his groan as the words slip past his mouth - and yet somehow he manages to stay still, not shifting even as she does, adjusting her weight to a more comfortable position on her knees as her hands span over his hips, using her grip to steady the slide of her mouth, the bob of her head. Initially, Ellen wasn't sure what had compelled her to start things off this way, but now that she's here, committing the taste of him to her sense memory, she can't picture things transpiring any other way. She pulls back, just for a moment, replacing her hand with her mouth and stroking him slowly, the movements made slick from the lavings of her tongue. She even manages to get up to her feet without breaking the contact, still lightly caressing him as she finally starts to move back towards the bed even as she aims to keep her body pressed against his, her hand trapped between them while she continues to touch him.