Susan swore under her breath, head falling back hard, when his finger slid into her. Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from being too loud wasn't entirely successful, but then that was why she'd casting the silencing charm she supposed.
She recognized the tightening low in her abdomen, feeling it grow with each stroke of Terry's finger, but she wasn't ready. She didn't want this to be over yet.
"Wait-- I-- not yet," she said, shaking her head. She wanted to draw this out as much as she could; take in absolutely every second possible.