It came out whispered, tense even, as she struggled to hold off just a little bit longer... and couldn't. Her body tightened against him and Anne clung to him as she came, calling out his name and burying her face into his chest as she did so. Her hips didn't stop rocking against his hand as her muscles clenched against his fingers.
Finally, the movements slowed and she let go of his arm as she lifted her head and pushed her hair out of her eyes. A deep, shaky breath, "Gods, Sam."