She tries to say his name and stutters, head bowing as her lips part and she tries to concentrate on her climax, on that building pleasure. The closer she gets, the louder she becomes, the music doing nothing to drown her out.

Juliet comes, shaking, crying out his name and uncontrollably rocking her hips against his mouth until it's too much and she scoots back just enough so that she's sitting on his chest, still slumped over. A palm rests on the back of the seat as she pants, unable to open her eyes or speak.