Cait's unoccupied hand moves to grip Vi's thigh, anchoring her to the mattress as her body jerks. Her reactions are more intense than she'd dared to imagine, and every noise out of Vi's throat, every rock of her hips only serves to deepen Cait's hunger. And the praise, shit-- Cait's no stranger to it, but hearing it from Vi, voice all gruff and breathy and straining, makes her heart beat double time.

She works her tongue against her-- small, precise circles-- only breaking contact for a moment to make her demand:

"Say that again."

And she sucks down against her clit, with the subtle but firm pressure of teeth.