Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

She's supposed to be learning how to do this herself. But she can't find it in herself to protest when his fingers slip deep. And it's not the one she was expecting. He goes straight to three and she arches back, whining his name as she clenches hard around his fingers. She can't exactly help the string of intelligible, helpless gasping that breaks out of her throat as she rides against his hand for a bit, her finger still rubbing circles around her clit. She starts moving faster just as he curves his fingers and finds that bundle of nerves buried deep in her. "Noah." It's almost a squeak and she would be embarrassed if it didn't feel so fucking good. "Oh god, oh god, I-..fuck..."