She can feel the way he's tightened around her fingers, the way he's trembling. She doesn't say anything to him about it, mindful of what he told her before.

"Oh," she breathes, rocking her hips lazily against his leg, a counterpoint to the shift of her fingers. "Oh, you're good to me." She bends her head, sucking at his neck until she leaves a mark to match the one blossoming on the slope of her breast.