The whispers and the rubbing were small things but they still mattered as parts of mess of sensations she was feeling. All of it was good. No, great.

And her actions were getting a little more frantic. The vibrator was pushing into her and pulling out again at a pretty quick pace, and every so often her hips rolled up to meet it. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed tight, and she was panting. Sometimes she cursed. Bad habit.

And he got to watch her push her hips off the bed, toy pumping in and out, and he got to see her reach down with her other hand to rub at her clit with her fingertips. It made her moan, and her panting and her cursing got more urgent, not relenting at all but rather getting quicker, and she was straining her hips off the bed, getting more of everything. Trying to get past the finish line.