"Fuck, Chris," Toby had always thought it was a metaphor, but after a few seconds, her toes actually did curl as she came for the second time, hips bucking against Chris' face slightly as the feeling of her release overtook her. A soft, panted string of expletives later, her fingers carefully untangled from where they'd been gripping Chris' hair, and she melted against the bed, body still pulsing lightly with pleasure.