Wayne pulled back and put both of his hands on Sally-Anne's hips, thrusting faster and harder. He was panting now, but trying to keep somewhat hushed, in case they were heard. Now would have been the worst possible time...
The switch had gone in his brain again. He was so close, but he wanted to bring her there first. He dove forward and kissed her, remembering being out on the dock, kissing down to her neck and nipping at the skin there, rasping out "Dash" in her ear. He was clawing at her sides and her hips now, trying to hold on.