His thumb pressed into my clit, deliberate and unrelenting, as another finger eased its way inside. The extra combination of pressure sparked a sudden wave of heat so intense it felt like I'd been set alight. The tension that had coiled in me like a spring snapped, sending me plunging over the edge.
A ripple of flashing heat exploded through my body, white-hot and consuming, making my vision blur and the world narrow to nothing but him—his touch, his presence, the merciless way he pulled every ounce of pleasure from me. My heart pounded in my chest, as if trying to catch up with the molten blood rushing through my veins.
His fingers continued to move, slow and teasing, prolonging every pulse and tremor as I came down from the high. My body trembled under his hand, the slick sound of his movements making me flush with equal parts embarrassment and satisfaction. I panted, my chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, as a languid, warm calm spread through my limbs.
