Meredith closes her eyes, holding on tight, trying to make this last as long as she can though she can already feel that familiar pressure building, every touch, every stroke of his tongue, leaving her feeling warm and blissfully hazy. Keeping track of her mostly wordless reactions is beyond her and she likes it that way. With the way things are, it's a relief not to be thinking about anything but him and only good things at that, making her want to give in absolutely, caught between chasing as much as she can get right now and drawing it out. She arches desperately against him, breath catching in her throat, as he brings her closer no matter what she chooses.