Unable to keep a coherent line of thought going, Anne nodded when he asked her and then gasped sharply when he moved just so. "Like that," she confirmed.
She hadn't been lying. Anne had a pretty good idea that no matter what he did, it was going to be pretty incredible. She thrust back against him, her fingernails digging into the muscles in his arms. The marks that she was leaving wouldn't be permanent, but they'd sting for the time being.
"Harder, just a little," she whimpered, holding on a little tighter. Every deep thrust managed to tease at her enough to start the murmurings of a climax, something she was determined to hold off.