She would have loved to have had the chance to say exactly what the nod meant. Because it was not really permission as much as it was agreeable. Nothing could have prepared her for that, but not knowing what was coming was way, way worse. Or better, depending on how you interpreted her next couple of actions.

She jerked hard, went rigid. And squealed. Something shocked, and oh so utterly euphoric. Everything up until now felt like it had been paced. Now, she was just being besieged. Crying into and against the mouth on hers, thrashing against the other body and bucking into hands, then back into toy. It took nothing after those fingers slammed into her body for her to reach the top of that mountain and rocket off it into the sun.

By which she meant she was screaming herself utterly horse as she came. Practically jumping in spot until she felt her limbs lose what little they had and her figure slump against Chloe. Twitching, jerking, and bucking as she made the worst mess she had ever made of herself.