It's so sudden that it makes Jenny's breath catch, eyes going wide, but she shifts instinctively against his hand even so, in search of something more (it's good, so good, but it isn't what she brought him here for). "You," she says, hips lifting off the bed as much to try to get rid of the last of her clothing as to press closer to him. She doesn't have enough hands for this, and she doesn't want to wait anymore, the combination of having him hard in her hand and his finger inside her enough to shake the last of her patience. Inasmuch as she can still think at all, that makes sense, though. It may have taken them a while to get here, for her to know this was what she wanted, but once she's made up her mind on something, all she can do is go for it. "Just help me get these off, please, I want you."