She was losing her mind.
The thought arrived with complete clarity, which is itself evidence of a mind that has not yet fully gone — 'I am losing my mind' — and then the next thrust arrived and the thought dissolved and was replaced by something that was not a thought at all, just heat moving upward through every meridian she had simultaneously.
''His cock from this angle is — it's hitting — I can't — my legs are — why won't they—''
Her thighs were trying to close.
His hands under her knees kept them open.
The specific frustration of that — of wanting to close against the overwhelming sensitivity and being denied even that much shelter — compounded everything until the sensation had nowhere to go but up.
Her second orgasm hit different.
Slower to the peak. Fuller at the summit.
