There was the slightest hum of pleasure, not explicitly vocalized but ringing out from his mind like a warm bell, not quite sound but a buzz of touch that echoed at every contact point. Now, when actually given the chance, the need to hit fast and get what he felt he needed diminished; he could actually consider it, what he would want most...

Spock finally settled on one option, and possibly felt even more pleased at the choice. "...you are familiar with the muscles and nerve endings of the hands?" To his Vulcan ears, it already sounded lewd.