She was whining. She'd been reduced to whining and working herself on his fingers while his mouth teased her nipples. A position she'd never been in before. The whining, anyway.
Her head was thrown back and she was whimpering his name and biting her lip as she held herself off of him. "Not better. This? Is not better, Sam. This is-" She couldn't think any more. "I want you. Please?" Opening her eyes, she looked down at him, pleading. "Sam, do something."