"Bossy," Noah comments, sounding not at all displeased by that. He withdraws that finger partway to make it easier to work a second one in alongside it. With the same air of fascination, he pushes them both in down to the second knuckle, twisting and spreading and stroking.

"You can go faster if you want," he offers. All he wants is to watch Jamie come apart. "You don't have to hold back for me."

He moves his fingers more insistently, crooking them a bit for that extra sense of pressure and fullness.