They still weren't stopping to talk about she was doing, and a part of her hoped that they wouldn't talk about it at all. She wasn't really a one-night-stand kind of girl, but she didn't want to think or talk about what any of this might mean, not tonight.
Her head tipped back against the pillow, her hair fanned out beneath her and the slim, pale expanse of neck bared to him, as he slid into her, surprised at how smoothly they joined, how wet she was and how hard he was. Her hips rocked up against his, falling in the age-old rhythm. The gasps and moans that spilled from her lips were louder than she realized, her hands urgent as they moved over him, stroking his back and shoulders, into his hair. She couldn't seem to stop touching him, didn't want to stop.