That shift from him made her still just a bit, giving her a moment to regain her focus. Winona couldn't help but come unraveled a bit at the soft brush of his hand over her skin. There was something about the way his hands had their own stories. Rough skin, worn from actual work, but still not something she minded the feel of, it was just enough contrast to the intention behind his touch to make her take notice. She wanted to be explored, to be touched by him in the way that only he could've remembered.

Her breath hitched up in her lungs a bit, nearly a soft hiccup of air before she playfully nipped against his ear. Her lower back arching herself down against him more fully, trying to take all of him into her, feeling him fit to her perfectly - as if she couldn't imagine anyone else with her in this way. Her body responded to his, her hand brushing against his side as she moved to return to his mouth; a languid lazy kiss being plied to him.