[ Mmm, yes, she is going to have to remind him that listening to what she says is very important. But not right now, because she has something else to say to him right now, something else to answer. She watches him lick his lips, smiles, and then ducks her head to kiss her way up to his ear, murmur against the skin just below it. ]

So you want to know what I thought? If I looked at your collection and got excited? [ Voice dropping, low and heavy and tight, a promise in it. ] You want to know if sometime while I was looking up how they all worked the thought of you spread out beneath me like this was so good I had to stop and fuck myself, had to get off on imagining how your voice would sound when you begged me for release? [ A long, silent pause from her, and then she pulls back again from his neck, nothing on her face of what she's just said. ] You want to know if any of that's true?