Lust shifted her hips against his hand, her own hand moving smooth and long around his cock, wanting to have him and to destroy him upon herself.
No. Don't destroy. Not yet. She needed to resist that urge to completely devour, because she was playing a longer game than that here.
Much's fingers moved just right over Lust's clit and she gasped against his mouth, a shuddering hungry breath. "Make me come," she said, the words thick against her tongue. "Make me come and I'll let you bury yourself inside me."