She tugs again, even though he's already impossibly close, the throb of her clit clear against the press of his tongue, and when Sookie blinks, she notices the haze of the light in the room, fuzzy and too bright as she briefly struggles against Kisuke's hold, wanting more. His hands, broad and strong, hold her down until the instinct subsides, but it doesn't stop Sookie from getting a better grip on Kisuke's hair, feeling water trickle between her fingers.

Save for the occasional splash of water, the only sounds in the room seem to be the rush of her breath and the moans falling soft from her lips, uneven and keening. Her legs shift up, unable to stay still, heels hooking around Kisuke's back but struggling not to jostle him any further than he's already been by the demanding pull of her hands. Sookie hisses, then sighs with relief at the feel of rough fingers stroking inside of her, stretching, filling her after far too long without a gentle touch and brazen intimacy.

"Fuck," Sookie gasps, a harder drag of Kisuke's tongue sending a sudden tightness winding through her body, and she tries to hold it off, doesn't want him to stop, wanting the need to last as long as possible.