A Musebox

He never stopped, and she was making noises continuously, every nerve aflame with the sensations he'd gifted her with, all confused and burning with need. She doesn't want him to stop, for all that he's painted the image he wants. He made a proper mess of her, and she loves it, sweat mingling with the come drying on her face and down her legs. Claudia wondered sometimes why he didn't take photos as well, rather than just filling her mind with his favorite images of her, real and not-yet-realized.