If he stopped, Anne was going to cry. She was certain of it. Her hands gripped his arms, her grip tightening as she recognized the signs coming from Sam and her own body's urgent need to finish what they had started.
Her mouth dropped to his neck, her tongue flicking against his skin. She wanted to be a part of him, to feel him like this, for the rest of their lives. "Sammy, I-" Her own breath caught and she whimpered as another jolt of pleasure struck her.