As soon as she saw his arm move again, Octavia lost just about all focus she'd had on him. Her eyes squeezed closed on their own, and everything fell away except the sensation of the movement into him pressing the toy against her.

She made it through two rough, desperate thrusts before the pleasure burst inside her, and she choked on air as it seemed to clench-and-release its way through her.

But did she stop?

No. The movements just got... messier, more erratic.