His fingers move inside you with practiced ease, each stroke setting fire through your nerves. You can feel the heat pooling deep, growing impossible to contain. Your breath catches, body arching toward him as the pressure builds, every slick glide pushing you closer to the edge. Then the wave crashes — sharp, overwhelming, making you tremble and cry out quietly. Your muscles clench around him, pulling him deeper as you ride the aftershocks, utterly lost in the pleasure he’s coaxed from you.