The pace and the visuals made it very difficult to keep from reaching his shattering end. She was so warm, so tight. He could devour her body, with the touch of his tongue and scrapes of his teeth. The tips of his fingers roamed, as one hand held onto her shoulder, the other crept over her soft, golden, skin. He tried to focus on the feel of it, to keep him on the edge, to keep from falling off. "Not going to last, much longer." Will admitted on a groan.