She should do something, she knew, at least get him to pull out before he finished, but Wanda was there as well, right on the edge, far too close to possibly bring herself to stop any of it. Besides, just the way he sounded then was about the hottest thing she'd ever experienced and she needed every last bit that she could wring out of him before it was over. All she could manage was a frantic half-nod of encouragement, her legs tightening almost painfully around him as her fingernails dug suddenly into his back.