[All she could do was moan and push back into his thrusts, loving every second of it. She leaned down, resting her head on her folded arms, changing up the angle so that every time Sam thrust into her, he went deeper and hit all the best spots. She started to whimper with each one, the volume increasing the closer she got to coming, her body tensing up around him.]

[When it hit, she cried out his name, pushing back hard into him her hands braced on the bed to give her more leverage. She rode out the waves, the same desperate whimpering noise returning to follow his name.]