Gods, there's something to be said for enthusiasm, and while she'd liked this very well back in that cave, not even the bittersweet pang of fiercely hoarded memory can change the fact that this is so much better.

She uses one hand to keep herself propped up enough to see him, and the other pushes through his hair, tugging here and there, just because she can and he seems to like it. "Look at you," she breathes, a cry of delighted surprise when his fingers breach her, and she pulls his hair until she can see his face. "Look at you, your mouth..." His mouth is shiny with her desire and looks obscene and delightful. "Let me, just--" She's flustered, but it's because she's so aroused she can barely think. "Fuck," she decides on, very articulately, "keep going 'til I come, then, then I want your cock in me."

That said, she tugs his face back down between her thighs, hips undulating to meet his tongue and fingers until she starts to fall apart.