The reaction was what he wanted. The moan, the bucking of the hips, and the way her pert breasts seemed to heave with a hitching breath. He kissed her again, drawing his fingers out and then pushing it again, this time with a third finger joining them and then twisting his hand slightly as he did. There was a gradual increase in the pace, even if it might be called painstakingly slow. He wanted to set a rhythm that would give her the feeling of anticipation but also drive her a little wild.
He wasn't intending to bring her to her climax, but to bring her to the edge. To take her to the tipping point and then holding her there. Ash didn't even need a reminder of how lovely her own hands and mouth were, because he knew by the time she was ready, he'd be more than willing to help take her over that edge by going over it with her.