There is plenty of slick there to give evidence of how interested she is in being exactly where she is, in them doing exactly what they're doing; she shudders and lets her fingers nearly fist in the ends of his hair, but does not push or pull him. God knows he's doing just fine on his own.

The kiss with Jacob swallows down exactly the sounds he was trying to illicit, and she pants into the crook of his neck when they break, ragged.

"Keep going like that and I won't make it to being fucked," she half praises, half warns because: "And I really want to at least one of you to fuck me."