"Any skill in that area, I owe to you. I don't come by it on my own." She whispered softly, in reverence of the mood. And her inability to keep her voice level. But when he removed his fingers, and shifted his hips forward, she gave into that need to have him. Shifting on his lap, she angled him so that when she sat down fully he filled her with one swift movement. A heady groan parted her lips, as if he'd suddenly sated some great need.