dylan 's tongue strummed her like a stringed instrument , the butterfly movements making her arch up and shift into higher , deeper , finer levels of arousal and build-up , the layers interwoven and seeming not to be related until suddenly the cl**ax was there , at the ready , a big wave of orgasms that made her move without will , grind against his mouth without humility , seek pleasure where pleasure was offered and trust that dylan would give and give and give until she was sated .