The only thing that could have made it more perfect would have been if he'd begged. But there was more than enough of that... desperation, in his babbling. Octavia's eyes squeezed closed, finally, minimizing the world to just his noises on her phone and everything she felt. Want and need and pleasure that built, and built, and --

Snapped, tensing her body into those few seconds where the wave hit its peak and then crashed through her.

Intense enough that a strangled noise escaped her.