It was good, he was being good, she was praising him for it. She didn't even have to say anything, he could almost feel it in her tone, her actions, and that was more than enough for him. Those light touches and her firm grip and everywhere in between was making it impossible to focus, his only sense of movement and time being her progress along his body while she made it hers in such an intimate way.

Involuntarily, his hips twitched forward, a driving action thanks to the lips around his fingers. His sense-imagination was going wild and he moaned, tried to hold himself to the bed while he blinked up toward the ceiling in a daze.