She likes his voice, likes listening to him even in non sexual contexts. With his hands working to drive her to ecstasy, with his whispering in her ear, the excitement and eagerness in his voice pours oil on the fire of her arousal.

"Yes. So much pleasure. Show you," she gasps. She wants to show him everything, lay the world at his feet. Every beauty, every joy, every pleasure, every wonder.

His fingers hit THAT spot inside of her, the one that sends sparks right down her spine, and she bucks against his hands, whines for MORE. "Please," she begs.