Jaime gasped softly as she felt him bury himself inside of her, stretching her, filling her. It might have been last night for him, but it had been an excruciatingly long week for her. Even if she had slept through a lot of it, and boy, was he going to be pissed when he heard about that.
Maybe if she was exceptionally lucky, no one would mention it to him.
Shifting slightly, she parted her thighs to wrap her legs around him, letting him deeper into her. "Mal," she gasped, her back arching as he thrust into her. "Mal, Mal," she begged softly as she dug her nails into his back.
She'd missed this, needed this, needed him. She wanted to beg him not to leave her again, but why make him lie to her? He couldn't help it if they took him. She couldn't help it if they took her, and .... it was time to stop thinking about this.
Jaime tightened herself around him, bucking her hips against him, not caring about slow or pretty or gentle. She needed hard and fast and deep.