[The closer she got, the more she leaned back, changing up the angle of each thrust and trusting Sam's arms to keep her from falling. Pretty much beyond words now, all she could manage was cursing interspersed with Sam's name and wordless moaning. It was not quiet and she couldn't care less.]

[When she came, she fell forward, head on his shoulder and her hips slamming down hard against his. Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders to hold on, leaving scratches behind.]