Hot. It was hot. In the room, between them, inside him. Muriel was acutley aware of it with her concentration-heightened senses. She worked the finger around inside him, then added a second when he asked. He was shaking a trembling, little noises falling from him, but stretching wider as her fingers worked inside him.
Three? Would three fit? Merlin. But he knew what he was asking. Carefully, she pressed a third in, twsiting gently as he stretched.
"How are you doing, there?" she asked, almost breathless with the feeling of it, holding him like this.