For a second she doesn't even realize he's talking to her, asking her to say something, and all she can do it make a soft noise of displeasure in her throat when he pulls away. Suddenly she's very aware of just how unfair it was of her to tease him in the middle of going down on him and it takes her a second longer to put meaning to his words. He looking at her like he actually expects an answer and for just a second all she can do is lift her hips hopefully, pressing toward his fingers.

"Shit," she finally manages to breathe, meeting his gaze, looking down at him. "Your fingers. Oh my god, fuck me with your fingers." And she's never had anyone ask her what she wants, what she needs, she's never been able to talk to anyone like this and the fact that she can, that he's asked, that once she's managed to wrap her brain around the task of forming words she knows she can say whatever she wants, it kind of just makes everything about a hundred times better.