He was too good at this, all she could think about was how incredible his mouth and hands felt, everything else just faded away, every worry about what was going to happen when this was all over, how she was going to have to look him in the eye and know she'd just encouraged this whole fucked up thing. Her of all people, little miss feminist. But it was okay because it was him.
She tried to work out how to respond, what to say. 'Please' was all she had, all her brain was offering and even that was miracle all things considered. She couldn't speak, it was taking some effort to breathe at this point, and then finally he was touching her and she was almost vibrating with desire. "Please," she said again, unable to stop herself. Fuck. "Yes," she managed, not sure if he actually wanted or needed a reply to his question, it had to be crystal clear surely? But she wasn't going to risk it, if he wanted to hear her say it she'd say it.