He's redoubling his efforts, and Porrim certainly appreciates that little sound he lets out--it's almost endearing, really, how needy he sounds. He toys at her nipple and vocalizes his encouragement and that's exactly what she needs to push over that edge, to tighten around him and come with a cry that's far louder than it should be. Anyone could be listening on the other side of the door, but she doesn't care about that right now. She can't think about anything other than the white hot heat that flares in her limbs, clinging to him as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," she breathes into his neck, staying tensed around him, working toward his release now to reward him for how fucking good she feels.