when she felt his fingers lightly brush against her clit. He continued to gently brush against her with the lightest of touches, until Lana was moaning and trying to push her pussy against his hand. He could see her glistening folds, already wet and aching for him, and he placed two fingers directly against her clit and made tiny concentric circles there until she was shaking and crying out.
"Oh fuck that's incredible!" She shouted.
"Gotta love peer review." He chuckled. His fingers slid lower to her sweet, wet opening and he slowly circled it with the tips of his fingers, pressing in as he did, slowly, until he could feel her clenching his fingers with her tight inner walls. His fingers pressed in until he could curve them up, feeling for that spot that would make her go crazy. He'd read Cosmo too, so he knew what he was searching for.
He stroked her inside while his thumb slid back and forth against her clit. His mouth replaced his thumb on her clit, and he began sucking and licking while his fingers stroked against her g-spot. Lana was thrashing on the bench, and Brian used his other arm to pin her abdomen down, afraid she might throw herself over the edge.
Her legs moved restlessly against his shoulders and back and she locked his head in place with her thighs. Brian's mouth and fingers continued to move, and Lana's motions became more and more desperate, her orgasm so close Brian could taste it. He pulled his fingers out slowly, then slammed them back in so that his fingers stroked her g-spot.
"Oh FUCK!" Lana screamed out. "More! Harder! Fuck me Brian, don't stop!"
Brian repeated the action, pulling his fingers out slowly, then slamming back in to jolt against her, his mouth still moving against her clit.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" He slammed into her once more, and she screamed his name, her muscles contracting over and over again against his fingers. He felt the tightening of her muscles against his fingers as she came, and he licked and sucked at her until her body relaxed. He pulled his fingers from her, drinking down every last drop he could get.
"You taste so fucking good." He said, pulling her legs back over his head and planting her feet on the edge of the table.
"You... I‒ I... Ohhhhhh." Lana lay with her eyes closed, bringing her breathing back under control, her legs still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"So, all I have to do is give you an orgasm to render you speechless. I can do that." He looked around for something to sit on and saw a couch from their last production, still sitting in the corner waiting to be claimed. It was a bit ratty and he was pretty sure he didn't want any naked parts of his or Lana's body touching it.
"There are clean drop cloths in the cabinet to your left." Lana saw him searching the room and guessed what he was looking for. She watched him pull one out and flick it over the couch, draping it so that it covered the cushions.
He returned to the work bench and lifted her into his arms, holding her against his chest, and carried her to the couch, laying her down and kneeling on the floor next to her.
"How's the evidence so far?" He asked, his blonde bangs only partially obscuring the gleam in his eye.
"Oh yes, the evidence of your reformation. Hmmm." Lana placed a finger to her lips as though she were thinking deeply about the issue. She continued to hmm and tap her finger against her lips until Brian growled and launched himself onto the couch, maneuvering Lana's legs to that he was kneeling between them.
He lay down over her, his weight resting on his forearms. His fingers brushed a few stray hairs from her face. They had come loose while she thrashed about on the bench, and he smiled at the thought, knowing he was responsible for the euphoric look on her face.
"I don't think I'm getting a fair trial here." He