She had just about managed to prop her head up to watch what was going on, but as the woman found exactly what she'd been searching for the stuttering twitch dislodged her. Thankfully she no longer cared, the noises wrenched from her were mostly harsh breathing and the sort of squeaking groan that was potentially embarrassing to her image, but entirely gratification.
She could feel the heat curling inside her, spreading, even has her legs twitched in an uncontrolled way, almost vibrating as she chased her orgasm, hands clenching and releasing the sheets helplessly.
For long seconds she was almost there, almost there, so, so close. And then everything tensed and she opened her mouth in a soundless cry, back arching up as her heels dug into the mattress.
Her first inhale of breath was harsh, forcing air into her screaming lungs where she'd inadvertently held her breath. Her whole torso heaved with her breath, even as her limbs relaxed with the sort of lassitude brought on by a great orgasm.