He would take a loud moan, oh yes. It wasn't the scream they'd talked about, but it meant that she'd found her pleasure and that was what truly mattered.

Not that Hya was done, now that she'd come. Did they know each other a little better, he would have entered her then, riding her through her orgasm and then kept going until she had another. There was a thrill, he'd found, in continuing on from one to the next with no pause for breath in between. But until he knew her better, knew her likes and dislikes, knew her sensitivity, he'd play it safe.

He did continue to lap at her, though, all through her orgasm, drinking it down like wine. Carefully easing his fingers out, he plied her with soft kissed and gentle licks to help her come down.

And if his soaked hand wrapped around himself to give a few needy strokes, well, who could blame him?