She isn't the only one close to the edge - he'd felt like he was about to teeter off it even before they began, and her moan nearly sends him careening off it. His grip on her thigh tightens, as does the hand in her hair, and he tries to slow himself down.
"Christ, Bobbie," he breathes, "Keep that up an' you're gonna kill me--"
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"Christ, Bobbie," he breathes, "Keep that up an' you're gonna kill me--"