Oh. There's a shiver from her as his fingers flick against her nipple and it stiffens under the attention, her teeth digging into her lower lip in response. She follows his commands with a shaky little exhale, settling back onto the bed and spreading her legs for him. This feels filthy and taboo and delicious and she doesn't want to stop.

Even if she knows she ought to.

"Of course I do-" She retorts, cheeks flushing, and then she slides her hand between her legs, gently rubbing at her lips at first - a soft little motion to get started, the heel of her hand gently rubbing against her clit. It's slow.

At least to start.