Beth gasps again, moving with him, her fingers tightening on his back now as his hips thrust into her harder. She's saying his name, whispering it or groaning it, she can't even be sure, but she knows her lips are forming the right syllables and already she wants this again. She wants this as often as he'll want it.

Her body is trembling, her muscles tightening and relaxing, sweat prickling her skin. It's so warm in the room, so warm under him and she says his name again, clinging to him tightly.