There's a creak of metal from the metal rack as Dinah shifts her weight, responding to Jake's efforts enthusiastically.  Her body trembles slightly, tenses, then goes more rigid-- with her back pressed flat to the pads, the whole of her body shifts gears and she starts to climax.   At first, it's clear from her breathing, which changes from deep hesitating sighing to a rapid panting that brings with it the vocal tone of repeated, soft cries.  The orgasm lights up her motor control like an electric current then, and besides the shivering and bucking of her hips, her back arches up off the bedding and lean legs tense, clench, and spasm.  Her clitoris twitches, there's a rush of wetness, and then the darkness explodes into blossoms of colors-- she forces her eyes to stay open, and her throat stays open as well, emitting high-throated cries of pleasure, sounds so close to those of pain...<br/><br/>The throbbing and pulsing subsides gradually, peaking and easing once and again before subsiding to the molten sensation of afterglow-- and her fingers, where they were frantically searching for a grip at Jake's bristly hair, now relax to a steady, tender caress along the side of his throat.  "Jesus..."  she says between needy gulps of breath.  Not much for poetry or pillow-talk, she can't form any other thoughts to words, and wonders, with a sudden self-consciousness, if Kristie or Marcus heard her.<br/><br/>Memory, at moments like this, can be a bit deceptive, but she's pretty sure she'd been loud.  "C'mere, Jake..." with both hands now, she reaches for his shoulders, tries to guide him up to her face, to lay beside her.