She's on the cusp of answering his question when he does that, and all capacity for language evaporates for a few moments. Her head tips back, slowly. Goosebumps flare down her shoulders and across her decolletage, causing her nipples to stand up hard as diamonds. He can feel the way her entire body responds, the way her thighs clamp down on his leg and her nails bite into his shoulders. Her awareness folds down to that single point of contact, hot and wet and perfect.

'Fuck...' Quiet and heartfelt, a distant part of her wonders if that's enough of an answer for now.