Quentin let out a groan as she sank down on him. Fuck, that was good. He kissed her again as he started to put more pressure with his fingers, massaging a bit, his own breath hitching when a fingertip slipped in. He didn't have the coordination to do this and also thrust, at least not in this position, so moving was up to her, but he managed to push his finger in further, gentle, ready to withdraw if she flinched. One finger shouldn't be difficult for someone who'd done it before, though, she didn't seem like this was her first time ever.