Every touch, every kiss, is ecstatic torture. She cries out when he pinches her nipple, the nub hard and sensitive like the rest of her body, pulsing with arousal. When he hooks her legs around his back she is more than happy to take what he is offering, wrapping her legs around him and burying both hands in his hair. He begins pleasuring her again, and she can't help but ride his face, her hips rocking against his mouth, crying out wantonly with every breath as he works her closer and closer...

And then.he slows and stops.

"No," she all but sobs, her legs tightening around him, her hands fisting in his hair...

Then the sensation is back, and stronger, and too much, her body shaking in the agony of need...

She screams as she comes, hard, her body arching off the bed, all rational thought and awareness completely destroyed in the blinding supernova of her devastating climax.