"Hya --"

So apparently either she deemed his fingers clean or she just needed her mouth for other things. Like moaning his name in deep, deep approval.

"Oh my God, f-fuck." And just random words, too, while her hips rocked just slightly against his face, against his tongue, some of her muscles fluttering with the building tension. "I love it, Hya, I love --"

She made the wonderful mistake of looking down, and her words dissolved into a groan.