Now that makes her happy. Makes her confident that she's doing something right. Something good. Rey gradually feels herself becoming more self-assured, her fingers pressing harder against Maketh's snatch. Her strokes quicken, not much, but noticable and she doesn't let go or stop this time. Doesn't tease or withhold anything.

Rey tilts her own head back, letting out a heavy exhale when she does. Her chin rests against the side of Maketh's head. Takes in her scent and vibrations.