He took in every second of it, from the way she raked her nails against him and herself, to the way her body tensed and quaked under the pressure. She was clenching, and he didn't know how much more he could take.

"Y-" he had to breathe. "If you haven't taken anything for it-" like he did, so he could eat her out without worry. "You need to get up."

There was actually something of a plea in his voice, because he was very, very close and he knew that there was no way for him to hold back.