Her hips buck at the feeling of his tongue against her, and it takes some effort to keep her legs as spread as he's asked of her. "O-okay, Nick," she says, tipping her head forward even as she knows she won't be able to see him. "We can...I'll let you know what I like and what I don't. Using the traffic lights, right? Red, green, amber."

She lets the recitation, the reminder of the ways in which she can slow or stop or encourage whatever they end up doing, ease her a little further into the situation.