Darcy's whimpers spilled into his mouth as she was finally able to focus entirely on herself and not worry about attempting to please him at the same time. Planting one heel against the couch cushion, Darcy arched her hips up, desperation in her movements. She was so close she could taste it, and all things considered, they were barely even playing.
Sebastian's demand might once upon a time have been met with feminist indignation, but at the moment, there was absolutely nothing sexier in the world. Clutching at his back, her nails dug in as her release hit her, a helpless cry cutting the air. Her thighs clamped around his hips tightly, Darcy rode out the tremors until she collapsed back in a breathless heap, chest heaving and skin damp with sweat.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking up at Sebastian with a kind of wonder.