Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

He's only vaguely coherent but she can understand what he's saying still. He directs her middle finger against her clit and she jerks against him a little, the bundle of nerves sensitive to the touch. As instructed, she starts to circle the tiny nub, slowly, breathing deep and slow against his skin. Tilting her head upwards, she presses a soft kiss to his lips and sighs, the taste of him sending shivers down her spine. "Feels good." She whimpers and she can feel herself starting to get wetter, lips starting to swell, her entrance pulsating, eager to clench around something. "Noah..." She gasps, hips bucking forward a bit.