That brief, goading touch makes Meredith moan around him, pressing forward, and she has to remind herself again to take it easy. Thumb tracing along the back of his hand where they're linked, she keeps the other running along his skin, just to touch him wherever she can reach, sucking slowly up and down. Maybe it's early yet, but she's fairly certain it counts as a good day when her one complaint is that the covers keep her from watching his reactions, having to read them instead in the slight movements he can't keep himself from making.