"Yes," she whispers in his ear, curling her leg around his, hitching her hips slight. She gasps, going tight around, her hand gripping his arm for a moment to just hold on. "Yes, right there, Andrew. Right there..." She can tell that he likes hearing his name, though she's trying not to overuse it.

She runs her hand down over his chest, rolling her thumb over his nipple as she pulls back her head enough to rest their foreheads together. She wants to see his eyes, the focused look in them, and feel his breath against her lips, weaving them more tightly together.