The feel of his lips, his tongue, anywhere on her is unexpected enough, it nearly undoes her. He's everywhere and Meredith can't quite breathe, dizzied by that and how close she is. She just wants to hold out, forever if at all possible, right on the edge with his breath on her skin. It's usually the idea, really, making it last, trying to hold onto whatever moments of pleasure they get, to lock them into a time and place that's just this, just them, but it's more so today, so theoretically it's a defeat when she can't quite manage that any longer. It doesn't feel anything like one, though, when she finally starts to tense around him, under him, the way she shakes punctuated with a soft cry.