"Oh fuck," I said, keeping my eyes on his for as long as I could, but the press of his fingers and his low, commanding voice was all too much. Going tense, I threw my head back, mouth dropping open on a silent cry. Then, like a string finally snapping, I came with a strangled groan, a tangle of sounds that almost made up his name.

It seemed to go on and on, thighs trembling, making a mess between us, until I gripped his wrist and panted, "Fuck. Fuck, okay. Okay."