She can tell it's had quite the effect on him, and it seems she must continue. After all, it wouldn't be fair to leave him hanging like that. So, she pushes past her uncertainty, ignoring the fact it makes her blush, to describe to him exactly what she would do if she was there now.

"Imagine me starting off slowly," she says, finding it easier to describe as a fantasy, even though it could well come true. "Just taking you little by little. Not too fast. Not too soon. Using my tongue against you. Moving my head in closer. You could move too if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind."