Exactly nothing about this felt idle when you were Xan whose brain was back to just completely short-circuiting. The noise she made at the first touch of his fingertips was not pretty, and she very emphatically Did Not Care. Everything was in overdrive now.

Her own hand came down to tangle itself rough in his hair, as if that would help her hold on longer. But it wasn't going to, not with the fevered and anxious way she moving on top of him now. Grinding down like she could help his tongue get deeper, and making gasping, keening noises at every little bit of rubbing that sent pleasure outwards from her clit.

"Oh my God, Hya, Hya --"

Yeah, she was seconds away.