Briefly he considers asking her, similarly to what she asked him earlier: what would you have me do to you?

Would she rather he simply use his hands and his voice to tease her to the edge, push her over the edge, fall into ecstasy and shout his name at the sea that rages past the rocks? Would she prefer he switch to his mouth and tongue, devour her as he has dreamt about the last two days?

It is clear she is turned on by the sound of his voice, from her reactions. So he continues his previous train of thought:

"--right there, that's it." He sucks softly at the skin over her hip, teasing circles with his tongue that match the motion of his fingers inside of her. "I enjoy the way your skin tastes on my tongue, the way we taste, mixed together..."