Marietta’s hips were bucking back now, and when he slipped one well finger into her ass, she took it up a notch, with a nonstop stream of pleasurable moans and groans coming from her mouth. Gods, he knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted it all and right now. “Gods, harder,” she murmured as a quiet order, “Make me yours.
Her small chest crashed against the chaos of forgotten sheets with every thrust now. It was hard for her to keep up right. She was certainly doing the best she could. Her whole body tensed around his cock like a vice. “Need this,” she murmured into a pillow.
She needed this more than she needed sleep. She needed him more than she needed anything else. She turned her head to meet him just at her shoulder kissing him openly, messily. It was an awkward angle but she just needed to the connection. He was everywhere.