“Such pretty noises you’re making for me,” he says in that cultured tone. “But I want to hear you come.” A climax creeps up on me and my voice becomes louder, breathier, needier. The muscles of my diaphragm seize, cutting off my air, until they release with a huge gust of sensation. “Oh, fuck!” My core spasms around my two fingers in waves of pleasure so intense that the rest of my body shudders. I hiss through clenched teeth, desperate not to broadcast my sound to the people in the studios on either side.
