She's begging, panting, crying his name, nothing in her head but nonsense sounds and the buzz she hears when she's so close to coming she can feel it in every muscle. Right down at the base of her spine, at the greyed out edges of her vision, until she's clawing at it, fucking down onto his hand, squirming against his mouth, toes curled so hard against the sheets it's painful.

When it finally hits her she can't help but scream, her throat raw and her voice hoarse. It's never gentle after the first time. There's always that slight edge of pain to it like all of her nerves are firing at once. And it's always, always good. Her legs are twitching hard and she can feel herself squeezing his fingers so tight inside her. Her hand is trembling as she reaches down and tangles her fingers in his hair and while she's sure she could go on like this for hours if he was willing, she'd rather be touching him. Tasting him. And so she urges him up, running her hands over every bit of his skin she can reach. "I love you so much, John. So much. Come here and let me feel you."