She had no intention of dropping fully away from the plateau of orgasm, and she knew she was only likely to get louder with each one. Etta was so pleased when he took her words to heart and she whined in pleasure as his hand found its way back to her. "Yes, yes, just like that," she encouraged, hips hitching to meet his hand.
The roll to her back was eager, her legs spread wide to encourage him between them somehow. Her skin felt alight in the afterimage of orgasm and she ran her hands restlessly over herself, pinching a little at her nipples, scratching slightly at more sensitive bits of her skin. All the while encouraging moans escaped her as she soared closer again. She almost wanted her wand to hex him when he stopped. And suddenly she was full of something more than a finger and her body arched back to meet it with a cry.
It took a second to adjust, but she'd been waiting so long that it was only a second and she ran a hand up his arm. "Fuck me," she said, shifting so she could hitch one leg up around him. It was one of the last coherent sounds she produced for a while as he took the instruction-cum-begging as intended and all she could do was gasp and moan.