She pressed up against his fingers in time with the rhythm he set for her, breathing uneven and her leg muscles beginning to quiver from the strain. He was brushing all of the right places, the callouses on the pads of his fingers stimulating her just as well. He coaxed far too much out of her just by doing that.

And on the other side, he was pressing intimate kisses along her throat enough to have her melting back into his body, hands insistently moving because she could do little else. "Yes, like that," she gasped softly, a whimper following her words. She pressed into his fingers to take them deeper on her own, even if he couldn't do it properly with the angle he was in.

She could feel how wet she was because of him, embarrassingly so. The thought alone had her toes curling and her muscles tightening. If he kept pressing his fingers against her clit, it wouldn't take long to finish her. She grasped him tighter and moved her hips more, refusing to be passive even when he was doing most of the work.