I grinned against her breast and bit down on her nipple while pressing my thumb harder. Naomi's entire body went taut beneath me, bowstring-tight from the crown of her pink head to the stockinged toes curling against my lower back.
Her orgasm hit like the first wave of her own ability. Her walls clamped down with enough force that I had to slow my strokes or risk finishing alongside her, and that wasn't the plan. Not yet. She needed to come at least twice before I finished to maximize the buff quality, and the extraction efficiency peaked when her arousal sustained between orgasms rather than spiking and crashing.
Milk sprayed from both breasts. Warm and sweet and vanilla-bright, hitting my chest and chin and the sheets in arcing streams that the Sanctum's ambient light caught and turned golden.
I drank what I could. Wasted the rest. The bottles were full. What mattered now was the buff.
