[ It won't. Wrung out, spent... Hei will simply fill her back up. Time and again, however often she wants. When he makes a commitment; he sees it through to the end.
His fingers slide lower, entering her even as he eases out, useless in that department for the next small while. His hands should be enough as he teases, using fingers and thumb each to do their part. His lips glide lower, brushing across he tops of her breasts, breath hot on her flesh as hers had been on his. He wants her to tip over, to fall off that ledge.
He needed it. With grim determination, he soldiered on, flicking, caressing, with both fingers and tongue. This was a siege and Hei had never known defeat. He would not suffer a loss today. ]