Jenny gasps, arching up into his touch in search of more, something, anything, what would probably make her self-conscious if she had the presence of mind left to think like that. As it is, though, there's nothing left but this, nothing she can so much as think about other than him, and the way his fingers seem to send sparks shooting through her entire body, tension building low in her and only serving to make her all the more desperate. "Oh, God," she gasps, teeth pressing hard to her lower lip before she kisses him again. "That feels —" There isn't a word for it, though, nothing about it she could even begin to try to articulate. Something so purely physical can only have a physical reaction, and she thinks he'll get it, with the needy way she presses up against him.