The words buzz in her ears, made all the more delectable by how Vi had to struggle to get them out. She's thrashing about so much that it's getting hard to retain her grip-- and so Cait's hand releases her thigh, only for her arm to wrap fully around it, forearm locked over her stomach and fingers grasping her far hip.

"Again," she repeats, alternating between fervent licks and punctuated sucks, as her two fingers inside Vi curl, stroking her long and deep. She wants to hear her voice until it breaks.