She hadn't been expecting it, hadn't realized how close he was to the edge. Usually she know when he's about to come but this time it takes her by surprise and she can feel that it was the same for him. Not that it matters when she can feel him hot inside of her. When his whole body is trembling and his skin is slick and she knows she's the one who's made him this way. It makes her feel so overwhelmed with love for him that it's like a physical pain in her chest. Holding him close, stroking his hair, letting him figure out how to breathe again.

There isn't any doubt in her mind that he'll make her come again before the night is done, but she feels...odd somehow. Keyed up and aggressive in ways that aren't typical for her. If she was willing to stop and consider it, she would probably realize it's the stress she's been under, the constant tension and fear, but she doesn't want to think right now. Especially not about anything outside of their bed and their bodies and way his skin feels against hers. Skin she finds herself wanting to touch every inch of. If she could, she would hold him down and lick and bite him until he couldn't take any more. She would tie him down and take his spent cock in her mouth until he begged her to stop. The need is like electricity crackling along her skin. A restlessness they haven't quite been able to satisfy yet. But his mouth on her cunt is a delightful start.

"John, don't stop. Please --" her voice breaks as he slides his fingers into her. "Like that. Yes like that."