There's so much tension already wound up in her thighs that they're practically quivering, everything going taut below her waist just at the barest touch of his fingers. Unconsciously, her fingers twist tighter in his hair, her kiss getting a little distracted — enough for there to be an unintentional hint of teeth from her impatience. She feels the way those two fingers dip just barely inside her — and she rocks her hips in response, bracing her feet against the floor as she tries to push herself back onto his fingers and slip them in a little further.

She can tell he's been practicing. This is a far cry from their first time, all quick and clumsy and flustered.