She echoes that moan back to him, louder this time, laughing under her breath again when she hears another moan from the front seat. His mouth finds her breast and she arches for him, loving the sight of his mouth moving on her skin, loving the feel of hungry lips and tongue sliding over her skin.

Her hips keep riding and her breath hitches, another shudder moving through her. Her hand returns to his, grabs his wrist and pulls him even deeper. "Curl your fingertip. Harder, fuck yes. Now just -- press and vibrate."