There's a moment where every part of her seems to be perfectly taut and then it snaps. She goes tumbling over the edge and she trembles against his mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a cry that she doesn't bother to muffle. If someone hears, let them hear. She's too busy riding the wave of pleasure to care. Instead, she finds herself lost in a moment of ecstasy that goes on and on until it's almost too much and her thighs try to clamp shut as she squirms, breathing his name - she can't catch her breath to say anything more.

Good job, Everett.