The thought that they're being too loud keeps racing through her brain; that they need to be absolutely quiet, or else they'll be found out. In reality, they're barely making noise. But everything, even the tiniest exhale, sounds like cannon blasts with the way her heart is racing. And she can't keep quiet, no matter how hard she tries.

It adds a delicious layer of excitement to the already building pulse in her body. It hints at another amazing release; but it's also making it hard for her to catch her breath. Every time he makes a sound she's sure she's going to burst.

She holds onto him, both to steady herself and to encourage him to watch her. She's watching him, watching every breath he takes, watching the way his face contorts and she's not ever sure if it's out of enjoyment or displeasure, watching for the way he reacts when she moves faster. Because she needs him, all of that pent up lust, to take her over the edge.