She was stimulated enough with his finger just inside her, but when he begins to fuck her with it, she cries out in pleasured surprise. She never really thought that kind of thing could feel good, but coupled with the stimulation to her clitoris, it's amazing. The second finger almost kind of hurts, since she isn't used to the sensation, but in a way that feels extremely erotic. Her fast breathing hitches every step of the way until she's nearly gasping, and she's clenching hard around Lauren's fingers.

She feels so hot, she could die. Her heart is racing like when she's narrowly escaped great danger, or is greatly exerting herself. She doesn't want the pleasure to stop, but she's honestly a little alarmed by what her body's going through and the escalation of those symptoms.

Her legs lift a little in a tense hike when her orgasm suddenly hits her, tearing wails of his name from her open mouth as she writhes on the desk. Her arms are straight down against her torso, grasping handfuls of his hair. Her damp hair scatters across the open passage of Lauren's found book. The glass around a nearby lantern shatters, as well.