She rocked against him, eliciting deep, lustful groans from both of their throats. She felt a mess, reduced to near desperation in a way she couldn’t remember ever being before. Some little voice in the back of her head tried to tell her to feel embarrassed by it, but she couldn’t muster even a hint of shame. All of her focus was centred on him, on how good every touch from him felt and the promise of how much better it could be. 