She was on the edge. The climax was building in her lower belly, a tight, intense coil of heat that was expanding rapidly, pushing against the walls of her control, demanding release, demanding sound, demanding movement. Her core was spasming continuously, her vaginal walls clenching and unclenching in a rapid, desperate rhythm, her wetness gushing in hot, slick pulses, her c**t throbbing so hard under his finger that she could feel the pulse in her entire body. She was right there, right on the precipice, one more stroke away from shattering into a million pieces.
And then his finger stopped.
The cessation of touch was so abrupt, so total, that it felt like a physical blow. His finger lifted from her c**t, his hand pulled away from her breast, his entire body went still behind her. The
