Watching him tuck his hand behind his head, she quirks her head at him a little and smiles.

"You can hold on," she says, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his wrist and tug his hand back up to settle behind her own head. "Just don't pull too hard."

She doesn't mind a little aching to go with her pleasure, but she's not all that keen on whole hanks of her hair getting yanked out. Not that she's that worried about Eskel losing control of himself, but it's good to establish boundaries.

Knocking his knees apart so she can kneel between them, she strokes her hands up his powerful thighs again before bending down and resuming her previous task with a satisfied hum.