She whined at that. He set to work building her back up, paying attention to what had her squirming to realign and what had her arching to press her hips closer to his mouth. He figured out a combination that had her gasping little puffs of air, her hips rocking in sync with his tongue, so he maintained it until the softness of her inner thighs closed around his jaw. He pressed his fingertips into the tops of her hips, letting her move how she wanted but still giving her a little resistance to fight against. 