[ The curve of his fingers is what she needed to send her from teetering to tipping right into her orgasm. Hilda's thighs grip firmly around his head, her fingers that had been twisting and tugging at her nipples pulling it taunt like she does with his hair. The muscles of stomach clench as wetness gushes between her folds as she shakes caught in that brilliant, devious gaze of his between her legs. She is unabashed in her release, eyes only shutting at the very last moment because she wants to sear this moment into her memory just like they had so many times before this. 

It's something she never tires of though. Not this. Not him. Not them. She cherishes every moment that they spend together and that hasn't changed in the time that they've shared. Even before they had grown to each other intimately, before daydreams had blossomed into feelings that would forever change and leave their mark on her in ways she couldn't have imagined.
 
Needy whimpers escape her throat as the tension slowly begins to ebb from her body. Her grip loosens both on his hair and her nipple but the aftermath of her orgasm leaves shudders in their wake. Hilda's chest rises and flutters as she slowly opens her eyes to gaze down at him with unfiltered fondness. Despite catching her breath she somehow she manages to look every bit the part of a smug cat. ]
 
Okay, showoff. That was so good that I might have to selfishly keep you down there the rest of the night and maybe tomorrow too.