Doubtful that she would, given that it was one of the least odd requests she had ever received mid-coitus (so far). She just assumed he liked the way she spoke and wouldn't linger on it much after that.

As she had anticipated - the longer they continued, the more difficult it was for her to form proper sentences. And after spearing herself down upon him a few more times, hips rolling when their bodies collided, Lioriley could only fully form one more thought before she was entirely lost in the drunken haze of lust and the fervent need for her own release:

"Come for me, Felix." She whispered, lips catching his in a soft kiss that contradicted the rough tug of her fingers in his hair. Her own muscles tightened, coiled around him to pull him in deep, wanting him buried in her when and if he obliged to her request. "Please."