[ She's wound up to say the very least, still feeling hot and tight in the pit of her stomach and the hollow of her elbows and knees and between her legs, still caught with so much arousal needing to be tended to. She only half realizes just how slick she is with the easy glide of his fingers over her, brushing her, rubbing her, teasing her to exhaustion as she pulls herself close, resting her temple against his and letting him feel and hear just how short of breath she is, just how warm she feels, letting the rock in her hips and the grip of her fingers on his bare skin tell him just how much she wants him. ]