She doesn't answer him, not with words. She can't, not between his tongue and his fingers, she can only moan again, the sound feeling as if it's being ripped from her and she reaches down, burying her hand in his hair. Her breath is coming faster and shallower as she feels a tight ring of heat closing down around her, coiling tighter and tighter. She arches against him, so close now, the muscles in her thighs tightening, her entire body feeling as if it's just right there, right on the brink.

And then he does something, some well placed flick of his tongue, and all her muscles pull so taut it might hurt just before they relax again. A wave of heat and pleasure rolls over her and April groans, her back arching, another wave washing over her, then another. "Caden... fuck," she breathes as she comes and it's good, but she wants more. She wants more of him. She hasn't even come down from her orgasm and yet all she wants is more.