action;
[If she's hoping he'll let up, she's absolutely wrong, and each arch of her back and hushed word from her mouth only urges him on, even if he's moving quickly toward the brink himself. It's been too long, and she feels so damn good that lingering or drawing anything out is a physical impossibility.
But he's sure as hell going to make sure she finishes before he does.
His fingers press just a bit hard, circle just a bit faster, coaxing her along, as he feels the pressure building inside him, low in his gut. He groans once against her mouth, unable to hold it back at the sound of his name on her lips.]