[She's bright red at the realization that he wants her to talk. He's making her gasp and sigh the way he his, and he greedily wants her to talk to him instead. And she wants to do that, really she does. It just takes more coaxing, two fingers inside of her now instead of just one a lot to focus on. It's so much that she doesn't even notice the way she's writhing against his fingers. Which she does until he manages to hit a spot within her that has her crying out, hand in his hair tugging him closer against her.]

Eddie! [Calling out his name like that is enough that her control slips completely. Her hips roll more firmly against the motion of his fingers, and she outright moans.]

Oh my god. Oh my god, I knew it. I knew you'd —

[Another press of his fingers makes her back arch, head falling back against the bed. If he wants her to tell him how much she likes it, she can do that. Just as long as he keeps going.]

I knew you'd make me feel this good. And it's really good, Eddie.

[This time the curling of his fingers makes her shudder, and she whines with need. Both hands cover her face as she rises up against the press of his fingers.]

God. Eddie, please...