He's finding out all sorts of things about her now. For one, she's very vocal in bed, every new sensation telegraphed back to him in incoherent syllables, breathless cries drawn up from somewhere deep and primal. For another, all it takes is the barest touch to evoke a response, one that shudders through her entire frame.

Her hands stretch over her head to hold onto the edge of the mattress, and she's biting her lip, trying to keep some semblance of composure, but it's impossible. Not with the feel of his voice vibrating against her, and the promise of that teasing fingertip. Another flicker of his tongue, and she might shatter into a thousand pieces.