Not when she's so close

In stark defiance of Harry's entreaty, Bianca chose to abandon restraint entirely, electing instead to indulge the burgeoning frenzy driving her toward climax. With reckless disregard for subtlety, she accelerated the tempo of her movements, rising higher off his supine form before plunging downward once more – each precipitous descent evoking fresh gasps of astonished pleasure from both participants. Undeterred by the impending threat of Harry's eruption, Bianca deliberately heightened the friction generated between their bodies, conjuring bursts of coruscating light across her vision even as her fingertips instinctively dug deeper grooves into the tensile expanse of his chest.

As the frenzied tumult of Bianca's ascent peaked, a keening wail burst forth from her throat, shredding the air with ear-piercing clarity. Every fiber of her being convulsed in sympathetic harmony, suspending her poised motionlessness atop Harry's buckling form.

As Bianca's spasmodic contractions tightened mercilessly around his rigid column, Harry felt the dam of his restraint shatter, unleashing a torrent of pent-up ecstasy. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within his chest, threatening to burst forth into a triumphant roar as his body surrendered to the inevitability of release. Bianca, sensing the seismic shift in Harry's demeanor, felt an anticipatory thrill course through her very being, her emerald eyes locking onto his with an unspoken understanding that the moment of truth had finally arrived.

And then, in a fleeting instant of suspended animation, it happened.

As the dam of Harry's restraint shattered, unleashing a torrent of pent-up ecstasy, Bianca felt an unmistakable surge of warmth spreading deep within her core. The gentle pulsations of Harry's cock, now liberated from the shackles of self-control, transmitted themselves intimately to her receptive tissues, kindling tiny explosions of radiance that illuminated hidden recesses of her awareness. Though denied direct visual confirmation, Bianca intuited the precise moment Harry's seed burst forth, bathing her innermost sanctum with liquid fire that infused her pores with golden luminescence.

As the warmth of Harry's seed dissipated, Bianca's gaze never wavered from his, her emerald eyes drinking in the unbridled euphoria etched across his face. The gentle pulsations of his cock, now spent but still nestled deep within her, transmitted a soothing melody that harmonized with the symphony of her own heartbeat. In this fleeting instant, the boundaries separating their two souls seemed to blur, allowing Bianca to glimpse the unguarded depths of Harry's being.

A languid smile, born of sated desire and unspoken understanding, spread across Harry's lips as he reached up to cradle Bianca's face within the gentle confines of his palms.

Just as Bianca's senses were luxuriating in the serene aftermath of their lovemaking, a faint rustle echoed from elsewhere in the apartment, jolting her reverie. At first, she mistook the sound for the distant rumble of thunder outside, but then came another noise - softer yet unmistakably human - followed by the deliberate tread of footsteps traversing the floorboards nearby.

The dissonant intrusion yanked Bianca abruptly away from the tranquil sanctuary of Harry's arms; alarm congealed instantly within her breastbone, threatening to plunge icy rivulets of dread straight into her soul.

Bianca's voice, barely above a whisper, trembled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as she asked, "Who is that?" Her emerald eyes, still locked onto Harry's, searched for reassurance, but the tranquility that had enveloped them mere moments before was rapidly dissipating. The gentle pulsations of Harry's cock, now spent but still nestled deep within her, seemed to falter, as if sensing the sudden tension that had crept into the air.

Harry's gaze, too, had shifted, his eyes drifting toward the source of the noise.