She leans into it, rubs against him without shame or restraint, and then her breath catches and her thighs are impossibly tight around his hips, stronger than he could have guessed. The wet heat he's pressed into pulses, quick hard shudders radiating outward into her whole body, a sound escaping her that puts anything he's ever done with his violin to shame.

And the way the orgasm changes her, opens her mouth and tips her head back and makes her shiver, burns itself into his brain so clearly he knows he'll never be able to delete it.

The frantic little part of his brain that's been trying to stay functional to keep him from embarrassing himself manages to get hold of him long enough to slow his movements. Not stop, just slow, while she rides it out and chases the aftershocks.