Ann's hands roamed his back, clinging to the skin and trying desperately to knead his flesh and remember him. She doubted this would happen again any time soon and she intended to, if not make it last, then to remember everything in minute detail. The feel of him so close now was almost unbearable, teasing her beyond belief and she whimpered, lips barely leaving his. "Fuck me..." could have been taken as an exclamation or demand... she hoped he'd take it as both.