[A delighted smile lights up her face in time with a gasp and she rolls her hips against him, wanting to send him over that edge even if she won't be following him down. She's just not quite at the point where she can but hell, she's not going to be pissed. ]
York, c'mon. [She's, in essence, giving him verbal permission to go ahead without her.]
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York, c'mon. [She's, in essence, giving him verbal permission to go ahead without her.]