It's amazing, the way she can barely control her body as she bucks against his mouth, the sounds she's making, just how much she must be feeling right now.

He's very glad they're alone in the apartment now. And not really because of the potential embarrassment of anyone hearing that, but because that scream is just for him, just for the two of them. He feels an immense pride at making her scream and tense and writhe like that, completely lost in the pleasure. And he's so excited and grateful to be able to do it for her.

He holds onto her, and he doesn't stop, doesn't slow, even as it must be too much for her, not until she herself unwraps her legs and pushes him away. Seeing how much her overcome body can bear, before the intensity of him continuing to stimulate her is stronger than the loss of control of the orgasm.