She cries out, thrashing under my hand.
The woman gives herself over to pleasure with abandon, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed.
I latch my mouth onto hers, forging my tongue deep, every thrust synchronized with the motions of my fingers. The orgasm seems to detonate inside her like a bomb going off, robbing her of breath just as I tear my lips from hers. She clings to me, her mouth wide and her nails scratching my skin as she claws at me like she needs my body to anchor her. I watch her face, my features tight from the need pulsing within me, and I shift my fingers to rub her clit mercilessly until her body has devoured every last drop of pleasure.
Then I brush stray hairs from her face. "Ye come like a volcano, so wild and explosive. It's…maddening."
Her brows wrinkle in the most endearing way.
I withdraw my hand, wiping my fingers on the sheets, and smile at her apparent confusion. "I meant it's maddening how much it arouses me, seeing you come this way."
"Oh." Her chest is rising and falling with every labored breath, and pink dapples her chest and cheeks. But she seems unable to speak again, not just yet.
I skim my tongue over her bottom lip. "We're not done yet."