She doesn't even have to ask him, it's like he knows exactly what to do and when his hand slips between their bodies and she feels his fingers against her clit, she gasps, her hips jerking toward his touch. For a second, it's like she can't do anything else but ride the waves of pleasure rolling through her and then he kisses her, then he's wrapping her legs around his waist and she clutches at his shoulders, at his back, because she's pretty sure all she can do right now is just hang onto him. Her heart is hammering in her chest and she feels like she can't get enough air.

The sounds he's making are undoing her as much as his fingers, as much as every thrust of his hips and her fingers curl under against his back without thought, nails too short to do anything but press into his skin. Words are next to impossible, but she's glad they're here instead of in her apartment, because she knows damn well she wouldn't be able to stop the moans escaping her even if she wanted to.

"Oh, god," she manages when he shifts the angle, pushing her leg higher and almost the second he tells her he's close, she feels the muscles in her legs tightening, her entire body pulling taut as her lips part and her back arches. She can't remember the last time she felt like this, the last time anyone has made her come like this and she doesn't know what it is that's making her feel this way. It's everything, every bit, it's him, and she has to bite down hard on her lower lip just to keep herself from getting any louder than she already is.