Every fiber of her being screamed for release, even as she fought against it. Each time the edge of ecstasy loomed near, she couldn't help but urge Kevin to move faster, to go harder, even though she knew the consequences of succumbing to yet another orgasm.
This time, it was the same, but unlike before, she didn't say it—her actions showed she was looking for another orgasm. Her pleading stopped, replaced by moans that escaped her mouth.
Her hands, which had been trying to pull Kevin's head away from her vagina, now pushed it toward her with force, urging him to thrust his tongue deeper. Her thighs, once held down by Kevin, now pressed against his face, not wanting him to pull away.
Kevin's hands were on her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples, amplifying the intensity of her impending orgasm. Maria's body, drenched in sweat, shimmered under the bathroom light, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
