It takes a moment for her to relax, to release him, but that's alright. He likes that part of it too, the brief, filthy moment of being a little overwhelmed by her.

When she lets him go, he eases his mouth back but not his fingers. Those he keeps deep inside her, not quite ready to slide them out and have a bit more of her. A part of him wants to make her beg, but he doesn't have the patience for that.

"Are you ready?" He smiles against her inner thigh. "Or have I served my purpose?"