Betsy felt like her heart was beating out of her chest. He pulled on her hair and she felt the moan pulled from her throat. He moved deeper inside of her, she could feel him pulsing. Collapsing on top of him she adjusted her hips with only a slight groan and laid her head in the crook of his arm. Catching her breathe, words wouldn't come so she didn't say them. Just listened to his heart catch, and his breath rise and fall.