The sensitivity had turned to heat, turned to need under her skin. She was feeling good all over, good turning into great as he started to move his hips. This position was so much better for this. Now, he was really able to push his fingers into her, the digits still slick with the magic that he used. Two fingers was enough, more than enough. They were slim enough to not be overwhelming, but the pair of them together gave her that feeling of fullness, of stretching. She gasped with each thrust, and before too long, she was pushing her hips back at him, her own movements trying to coax him along.