Abi slid her arm over his around her middle, letting him move her like a doll into the position he wanted. He sounded ragged and breathless, speaking in those stuttered statements, parroting her own words back. She would get him talking later, figure out what it was that had spurred this dark need in him when he...
Her brain stopped as he slid inside her, her eyes widening at the tightness of the angle and how much it burned and stretched. She gasped and moaned, her muscles tight around him. "Jesus.... fuck..." she whispered, grabbing at his hand.