She tries to do it as slowly as she can, because each movement practically steals her breath away, and her legs already feel like jelly. Probably come-flavored jelly, considering the amount trying to find its way back into gravity's good graces. Something she isn't doing so well with.

"Gabriel, please..." Make it stop, do something, she couldn't even think straight anymore, it was just too fuzzy-edged with flashes of excruciating pleasure jolting her like lighting.