[ he might not be trying to talk her out of it, but she thinks for a second he might only be asking to give her a chance to back out and take back the idea, but she nods, slow, laying back again and trying to guide him to follow her. they're already practically there, she's just eager ]

Yes, please. I really want you to. [ she's grinning, but it's all distant, distracted by the curl of nerves and excitement in her gut over the idea ] Just don't, um. Finish. Maybe? If that'll make it seem a little less crazy. [ because she knows it sounds crazy. in the real world where she couldn't draw things to life, it would be crazy. but things are different here. but then there's another wicked grin, her legs moving up around his waist ] When you feel like you're about to come, turn us over. I'll finish you with my mouth. [ YEP definitely suffering from post-orgasm filthymouth right now. it's a rare condition, one that she'll surely be embarrassed over later. but now? not so much. ]