Melpomene had opened her mouth to say something - that she knew, maybe - but the pleasure was a river, breaking its banks, sweeping any thoughts of speech away. Instead she opened her mouth to cry out, a wordless cry as his fingers - on both hands - hit the best fucking spots just as her name twisted out of his throat. She came with a sob, her body trembling and her fists balled tight - one in the sheets and one with her nails biting into his arm.