Maeve laughs, too, a bit breathless, then she reaches down for his wrist, trying to guide his fingers inside of her. He's touching her, but she wants more. The sensation of being filled isn't there like it usually is, an entirely different feeling taking its place, and she finds she misses it.

"You like it?" she asks, her voice hoarse, breathless. She's got a fairly good idea he's enjoying every second of this, but she wants to hear him say it. She likes hearing him say it.

"Put your fingers in me," she breathes, arching toward him. "Please."