The pace she set was slow at first, but she soon sped up, leaning down to kiss him roughly, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging gently. The voice in the back of her mind that had been freaking out about what Sam would think had effectively been silenced, and she moved harder, trying to get their hips to meet, shuddering a little when he bottomed out inside her.
Moving her head so she could breath, she bit her lip harder to keep from crying out or making noise. The girls were asleep and she wanted to keep it that way, but from time to time she found herself whimpering into his neck, tiny entreaties. "Eliot, harder, please?" She knew it sounded just a few shades away from begging, but she didn't care.