The rush of air gets a little gasp from her; she twists a little so she can look at him again. He looks pleased with himself, which she has to admit is well-deserved. She can't help a little shiver of anticipation, realizing his intentions.

"Oral fixation," she murmurs, a tease with no sting because, well. She'd be self-conscious in this moment with anyone else, but not with him. How can she be? She shifts her knees apart to give him a little more room, eager to find out what she's been missing.