"I don't know." The slight whininess of that statement was either because of the nipping or the difficulty of sorting out her wants, or both. Probably both, actually. "That thing about the, uh, rubbing and the screaming --" Oh hey, here were the stumbly words again! Lest he think she'd gotten completely smooth with this. "-- sounded really good."

Damp jeans good.

Right, he'd said they could say whatever they wanted. She was trying to hold onto that thought. "So I guess what I want is... I wanna know if you can make me scream? But like, the main thing I want is, I want..." And, hey, here was something she'd never said out loud to anyone! So there was an awkward pause, and her hands played with his hair in a fidgety way, while she gathered the courage. And felt embarrassed for needing to. "I want you to make me come. Like, I don't even care how, I just need you to do it."