He can tell she's close, can feel it in how she braces herself so she can fuck his mouth and his fingers--and hearing her lose control, hearing her quiet voice grow higher and louder, only encourages him to keep going. Sherlock hasn't got much brainpower left himself (not for anything other than taking in the gorgeous things her face is doing and the array of incredible physical and emotional input he has to store), but there's enough to let him shift again, his left hand reaching for her other breast so he can pinch and flick the hard nipple.
His mouth and both hands work at her in the same relentless rhythm, urging her over the edge from pain into ecstasy.
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Date: 2017-02-26 03:16 am (UTC)His mouth and both hands work at her in the same relentless rhythm, urging her over the edge from pain into ecstasy.