"'AAHNGH~♡♡—NNH~♡—wait — wait — I'm COMING—HIEEEKKK~~!'"
His teeth at her shoulder.
The bite.
Her body went rigid.
The specific, total architecture of a woman at the exact moment of peak — spine straight, head back, legs locked, every voluntary system suspended while the involuntary ones ran their full cycle.
And then: the squirt.
Not a trickle. The specific, forceful release of someone whose body had been pushed past every threshold simultaneously — the warmth of it, the volume of it, the sound of it hitting the grass below them, the specific evidence of exactly what had just happened laid out plainly in the moonlight.
"'HMMFGH~♡♡♡—'"
His grip at her breast tightened.
The sound she made when the grip tightened was the sound of something giving way.
He came.
