Meredith's distinctly aware of every tiny motion, every swipe of his tongue, the slide of his fingers, how he makes something tighten in her chest, her heart ricocheting against her ribs and up into her throat. Through the hazy intensity of it, all she can do is lie there, trying in vain not to drown in sheer sensation, overwhelmed by just how good it feels, how easily he can make her breathless and unsteady. It's impossible not to get lost in it, until he's sent her crashing, coming hard, sure her heart's stopped but not caring in the least. Eye shut tight, arching her back, she gasps, shaking, reaching blindly for him again.