Bod didn't answer but the fact that he kept doing what he'd been doing was probably answer enough. It kept his mouth busy (even if he moaned against a few times) and it kept his fingers busy. His hips and legs were squirming and shifting, a telltale sign that he wasn't going to last that much longer.

He was doing the best he could to get her to the same place and the same level as he was by adding another finger and pushing it deeper and using a harder, firmer push of his tongue against her.