Her second tears through her, her primal cries call his name again and again. The third and fourth are more subtle but no less wonderful. The fifth comes out of nowhere, hits her like a freight train and has her grinding up into face. He’s yet to return his long fingers to her folds and when he does her hips dive off the bed, her sixth equal to the first. He takes his time with the next one, slowly twisting his fingers in and out, letting her pleasure build. Returning to a move from their first tryst, he repeats his claim on her clit. He traces it out slowly and deliberately, just the once.