Oh fuck. She couldn't think, couldn't barely breathe.
"Yes. Fuck, yes." It came out in a low moan, and then his hand was on her breast, his fingers pulling her nipple hard, and she heard herself crying out, pushing back against him thrust for thrust.
Her eyes closed and she couldn't see him, and it could have been anyone doing this to her, not fucking Pucey.
They were moving together, the smell of sex around them, their bodies so close.