Her voice is breathy, but she manages to find some words, somehow.

"If you make me any more sensitive, I won't be able to work," she told him. It had been really hard to keep her mind on anything else those last few days, and being like that all the time? It would be impossible. But it didn't stop how fucking amazing even his fingers felt filling her, that nothing that wasn't one of them left her just that much more hungry.