Her fingers dig deeper, searching for that spot deep inside you that will send her soaring over the edge. Her other hand presses harder against your chest, her nails scratching at your skin as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. "Please," she whispers again, her voice raw with need. "I need it."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you tremble and clench around her fingers, your body responding to her touch even now. Her hips rock harder against yours, her free hand fisting itself in your hair as she loses herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Ahh... yes..."

Her voice is hoarse from desire, each word a plea for more of what you seem to be able to give her despite the circumstances.