At his mouth, Ellie couldn't help the soft cry that escaped past her lips, the way goosebumps broke out across her arms and flesh. Her nipples felt extra sensitive under his ministrations, and as his hand traveled up her leg, she once again made no move to stop him. In the back of her head, something told her she needed to slow down. That maybe this wasn't a good idea on the standpoint that she had just gotten out of a relationship, but logical thought was difficult in the heat of the moment, and it was easy to brush those things aside purely because she wanted to feel more. She was wet, sensitive, breathless. And a part of her did want him to feel what he was doing to her, or at the very least, see it on her face, feel it in her body.
So she nodded her head when he voiced his wants, making sure he noticed her silent permission, even if his own thought was left unfinished.