Melinda let out a soft moan, one that sounded almost like a stubborn no if it hadn't been so breathless. She wasn't ready yet -- she wanted more of him. More of the way he set every inch of her body on fire, the way his lips and tongue felt so hungry against her. It was exhilarating.
She made no secret of the moment his fingers found that right spot inside of her. Her groan was loud - unabashedly so - as her back arched off the bed, pleasure rioting through her. She tried to hold on as long as she could manage, as his name fell from her lips in a soft litany.
That is, until she was pushed over the edge. She cried out, her hand grasping tightly at his as her body trembled around him, waves of pleasure finding every inch of her. "Fuck, Terence."