She gasps, and lets out a breathless laugh. If she wasn't tangled up in him, he might get a punch for that.

"After all, we've been through, that's the one, little edge, I needed?" The words melt into another harsh moan, and she goes rigid, letting him work his magic on her. Her grip on him tightens, and she holds her breath, vibrating, striving for that peak, striving for him.

"Gene..."