His kisses spread salt on her tongue and it was like life, like blood, and how different were these things? They all came from inside.
He moved over her, spread her wide, and she felt herself stretch and burn, heat upon heat, closed her eyes against it but gasped a strangled yes. His hand between them, against her clit, rubbing her raw with sensation.
"Now," she hissed. "Come for me now, George, and I'll come with you."
She squeezed herself around him, drawing the heat in around them, preparing herself. She could come now, right now, but she wouldn't give herself away to it until she saw his face twisted up with the agony of release. She wanted to see. She needed to watch him give it all to her.