He was treated to a loud moan, with zero effort to hold it back, as the toy finally entered her again. Because it felt like a 'finally' even though it had basically been like a minute.

But the slow strokes were torture. He knew that, right? They were ridiculous slow pleasure rolling through her, but they were also torture. Which made her almost glad to hear his question because clearly she needed to reiterate.

Her hand also ended up in his hair. Grasping, tightly. "Fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me." And that would've probably been enough but you know what, might as well give him extra incentive. "Hard. Rough. Until I come right here over your lap."