She gasped, a short soft sound, as his fingers slid along with greater pressure than before, his tongue running along her skin. Hands grasped at the coverlet beneath her, trying not to buck against him. Yes, she had definitely been right to push Guy along to the next step.
She couldn't just lay there and let him pleasure her, though. To that end, her own hands unclenched, running through his hair, down along his neck, over his chest, the edges of her nails teasing the skin.