Moaning against her the way he was, Anne could feel the pleasure shoot through him simply by tapping into his thoughts and feelings. The way he was reacting, his release... it sent Anne over the edge.
Her hips thrust up as her body spasmed gently under his tongue. Somewhere in her cries was a mixture of prayer to her ancestors, his name and her begging for him not to stop. And as she slid down from that ultimate high, she was unsure if she had said something she shouldn't.
It didn't matter. He'd know sooner or later and she was more concerned with him and his pleasure now. She pulled him up to kiss him, lips teasing his, her thumb wiping his chin gently.