It's the point you've been hoping to reach, that pre-ecstasy moment where (I guess) she leans over the edge of the Grand Canyon before letting herself fall.
If I'm finger-banging my girlfriend, the whole point is to find her climax. They can be predictable, easily wrangled, neither elusive nor skittish, but don't try cashing in that guarantee. As soon as you think you've got it wired, something changes.
But for the most part it's cool knowing I can get her off with two or three or (ahem) four fingers, good navigation and some delicacy. Reaching this point the first few times, a small fear creeps in, a fear that doubts you're doing the right thing. The fear says that you need a change-up, to do something more, rearrange the rhythm to get her over the top.
The trick is to not give in to the fear - don't stop, and don't change. Keep on keeping on until you watch her giving in to the feeling. At that point, your job's done. Sit back and enjoy the wonderful leg-shaking, hip thrusting, nipple grabbing, head-back howling joy.
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Edited for spelling and clarity.
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